Chapter 79

Huaman Building. A little black horse looked helplessly at Shangguan Wan'er, who turned her head away, deliberately pretending not to see it. Its rump was bandaged with a dainty, heart-shaped bow. A pair of slender, jade-like hands kept plucking hairs from its tail; every time one was pulled, the little black horse would shudder, and its once-fine tail was already raw and bloody. Terrified by the little enchantress’s tyranny, the horse dared to be angry but dared not speak out. Soon, hair littered the floor, and the tail, which had once been like a small umbrella, was now bald. Murong Yanran reached out, realized there was no more hair to pluck, and pinched the exposed skin on the stump, looking utterly dejected.