Tiantian ran wildly along the way, only to hear the wind whistling past her ears.
The sweat-blooded BMW she rides is extremely rare, let alone the best among sweat-blooded BMWs.
She was usually a horse lover, but now she no longer cared about taking pity on it.
Finally, when the setting sun had dyed most of the sky red and the tired birds on the trees had returned to their nests, she came to a large green mountain.
The mountain is very high, towering into the clouds. When you look up, you can only see that the top of the mountain has reached deep into the sky.
The mountain is covered with towering ancient trees, so lush and green that people standing at the foot of the mountain cannot see the whole mountain clearly.
Tiantian jumped off the horse and took off the baggage. The horse fell to the ground tiredly, breathing heavily.
Tiantian originally wanted to abandon the horse, but when she heard a wail coming from its mouth, her heart froze.
Turning back, she saw the horse that she had tortured into such a state, lying on the ground struggling for its life, looking at her pitifully with tears streaming from its two big eyes.
She glanced at the road into the mountain. Although the future was uncertain, the horse had accompanied her from Serang.
It was also because she was in a hurry that it became like this. A trace of intolerance and sympathy for the same fate suddenly flashed in her heart.
So, she turned around, returned to the BMW, knelt down, and stretched out her palms to touch its body without hesitation.
If she could use her own energy to revive it, then she should give it a try, right?