The old horse really was old, but the lame horse’s condition wasn’t too obvious. So even though the old horse showed a great deal of vigor, the lame horse still wasn’t interested. It nipped the old horse, warning it not to dare approach. Then, it leisurely moved to the side and started eating the fodder that Ban Bu prepared.

Seeing Snowside cover her mouth and laugh, the old horse glared at her. She barely managed to conceal her chuckle as she said, “My suggestion is correct, but the key point is that she doesn’t like you. What do you want me to do?”

It was like a saber had struck the old horse. It lowered its head dejectedly. But not long after, it clumsily tried to stick its mouth into the lame horse’s feeding trough.

Perhaps this was the key to how young men sometimes lost to uncles in love. The years of wind and frost had tempered them, giving them a solid and surprisingly thick layer of s...