It turned out that people’s perceptions of Zhao Changhe were slightly off from reality.0

Even when no one was around to spy on them, the imagined indulgence of wild horseback escapades never came to fruition. It was simply not something he enjoyed or felt comfortable doing.0

Instead, like any sensible person, he flew halfway to their destination before letting Snow-Treading Crow rest. They stopped at a small town, ate at an inn, and rented a room to share. There, they naturally attended to some matters of affection.1

After all, Snow-Treading Crow was not a tireless flying machine—it could not just go anywhere without breaks. As a living being, it needed food and rest. And when the horse rested, there was not much else for its riders to do. At that point, indulging in activities they enjoyed was only natural.0

What Zhao Changhe initially thought would just be a routine fulfillment of duty turned into something much more. When they were finally together, he realized that it was not just a sense of obligation driving him but his own deep longing. Any sense of emotional fatigue...0