C97 people-racing

Yun Qianliang's expression remained indifferent, as though she did not care about the looks of the crowd, and ignored the sounds of the jokes.

Yun Qianliang walked in front of the horse that was prepared for her, and gently caressed the horse's head with his bare hands, smoothing the bright mane of the horse.

"The red silk that is tied up in the middle of the stage