The verdant grassland stretched boundless, with whimsical wildflowers blooming against the wind, and above the vast blue sky, fluffy clouds dotted around...
That's the first impression most people have when it comes to horse riding grounds. However, when Yan Fei arrived at the riding ground mentioned by the Chen Yingsong brothers with a sense of curiosity, his first reaction was: Holy moly, this thing's a riding ground?
Barely neat log fencing, bald grey-brown earth replaced the grassland from his imagination, and the occasional bunches of wildgrass became the scarce decoration—almost a vivid color to speak of.
If it weren't for the row of nice cars parked outside before entering, Yan Fei would have thought he was taken to the wrong place.
After looking around for a while, he finally found a silver lining—the horse stables seemed decent enough, but what was that fenced sandy area next to it?
