Red Hare galloped through the night like a red flash of lightning. Diaochan's hair danced in the wind, brushing against my cheek from time to time, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.
"The Yellow River Ferry is just ahead!" She glanced back at the pursuers, her voice laced with tension, "Dong Zhuo's cavalry is already outflanking us!"
Sure enough, the sound of hooves and clashing armor echoed from the woods on both sides. The torches of the Xiliang cavalry formed a continuous line in the darkness, like a winding fire dragon rapidly closing in on us.
Chapter 62