The midday sun was warm. The racecourse grandstand, packed with people only yesterday, stood empty. The soft green turf felt different from the lawn at Ayuan’s home—how to describe it? It smelled of horses.
When held in someone’s arms, Ayuan felt about as big as a horse, but today his mother didn't carry him; she set him down on the grass. When the jockey led Whirlwind Kick out and brought it before him, Ayuan’s mouth formed a perfect "O."
He kicked at the grass, wanting to get closer. Second Boss Weng hurried over to scoop him up: "Young Master, you mustn't."
Chapter 549