Jiang Yue had never seen this side of Xiao Yunsheng.
It was not the gossip of the townspeople, nor the heroic tales spun by storytellers, but the vibrant, spirited man before her, sitting tall in his saddle.
The sound of the polo mallet striking the ball echoed across the field. Their hands shared the grip on the shaft, and the vibration left Jiang Yue’s palm numb. Gradually, that sensation traveled to her chest, making even her heart flutter with a strange, tingling rhythm.
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