C44 Trapped in prison(part i)

"Tap, tap, tap …"

The sound of horse hooves hitting the mountain road echoed in the valley for a long time.

The sandstorm lazily leaned against the cushions, holding a wineskin as it looked at Yue Chan Juan. There was no bed or seat in the tent, only a few cushions spread out on the ground.

Sitting cross-legged on the mat