Although she was inexperienced, she was bold enough, just like the relentless surging waves, never pausing.
She resembled a galloping horse-riding girl on the Mongolian grassland, swinging her whip, rushing across the vast grassland.
Just like a sprite—light, flitting about freely, now soaring to the clouds, now dropping to the earth.
She was so free, her spirit had achieved an unprecedented satisfaction.
This was what it felt like to take the initiative, this was a destiny not controlled by others.
Thump, thump, her heart raced as if it would burst out of her chest, flying freely in this vast world.
She longed to sing loudly, she longed never to stop, she longed to keep going like this forever.
She was so free!
And human emotions are contagious; when one person is overly excited, another can easily get into the state.
Chen Jie was also captivated by her charm.
