Feeling discomfort and furrowing her brows, she suddenly heard the bodyguard's alarmed cry.
"Young Master Ansel, watch out—"
Jian Yufei abruptly looked up, only to see Ansel fall from the horse. Thankfully, he had grabbed the reins tightly, preventing him from actually hitting the ground.
However, the pony was still running, and it had lost its direction.
"Quickly stop the horse!" Jian Yufei shrieked.
There was no need for her command; two bodyguards had already swiftly pounced, seizing the reins forcefully to take control of the horse.
…
A bodyguard held Ansel as he got down, and Jian Yufei quickly ran over.
"Ansel, are you alright?" she pulled his body towards her, frantically checking him over.
Ansel's delicate palm was grazed, a cut was bleeding slightly, but other areas seemed uninjured.
Jian Yufei took his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood, then wrapped it around his palm.
