C293 Heran's exteriors: Red medicine on the edge of the bridge

At the northern foot of the Shadow Mountain.

It was a late spring, April, and the snow had not yet melted. The sun was shining brightly, adding to the scenery.

It was a pity that the fourteen year old He Lanjiarong was not in the mood to appreciate it. Her small hands held onto the horsewhip as she raised her head and smiled towards the rider in front and shouted, "Brother Min, it's me