C58 Door

The cold wind blew on his face. It was already winter. Coupled with the fact that the horses were running very fast, the wind felt as if it was cutting through flesh.

But she couldn't stop.

Ling Qingyi's eyes were firm and resolute. Her eyebrows tightly knitted together as she once again increased the speed of her horse.

After fifteen minutes, she finally returned to the Third Marquis Estate