Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

In the photo, the young woman stands on the champion's podium at a European competition, holding the championship sash high, her eyes sharp and full of vigor.

What do I have left now?

Lifar murmured to himself in disappointment.

……

Poetry and Wine returned to their room and closed the door.

"I'm not good enough for you."

but…

but……

The girl had no idea what she was thinking.

Did I actually believe that statement?

No, she's the one who doesn't deserve it.

She has wronged those she loves, including the current Rifar.

I am the one who owes everyone.

She tilted her head back slightly, hoping to stop the tears from flowing. But the sunlight was too dazzling, and the glistening tears still slid down her cheeks.

In the corridor, the three giants, carrying two small porcelain plates filled with afternoon tea snacks that they had taken from the kitchen, strolled lazily toward the Poetry and Wine Room.

She changed out of her previous dress and returned to her relaxed everyday attire. Half of the girl's golden braids were loose, hanging casually over her shoulders.

The room for poetry and wine was at the end of the corridor; the door was closed, but sobs could be heard coming from inside.

The three leaders walked to the door and, as usual, raised their hands to knock, but their hands paused in mid-air.

wrong.

Logically speaking, poetry and wine shouldn't be in the room.

She stacked the two small porcelain plates on one hand, freeing up the other, and then quietly pressed her ear against the wooden door.

The door panel is thick, and the sound insulation is not bad.

The three leaders frowned and brought their ears even closer.

Then she heard it.

Intermittent...

It was the sound of crying.

The three men unconsciously exerted force, and the two small porcelain dishes gently touched together, making a crisp sound.

Then she pushed open the door.

The room was filled with unobstructed sunlight from the window, allowing her to see the poetry and wine clearly.

The girl sat on the floor, head tilted back, looking lost and dejected, her hands casually resting on her knees.

Her eyes were red, and the tear stains at the corners of her eyes hadn't dried yet.

Poetry and Wine heard the sound and immediately turned around to look.

The three giants were standing at the door at that moment.

Seeing the state of Poetry and Wine, she placed two small porcelain plates on the low cabinet by the door, tiptoed in, and sat down on the floor next to Poetry and Wine without making a sound.

The two sat side by side, facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

The lavender field outside the window stretched out quietly in the golden afternoon light.

After a while, the three leaders turned their heads and spoke softly.

"what happened?"

Poetry and wine did not speak.

"Did the senior say something?"

Still, silence.

The three leaders turned their gaze back to the floor in front of them and did not ask any further questions.

She stretched out her legs and leaned against the bed leg next to her, sitting leisurely with poetry and wine.

The sun is shining brightly, and the purple lavender outside the window stretches all the way to the horizon.

Gap: Chapter 400! Four hundred chapters already!

The sun shines brightly outside the window, while two people sit quietly inside the room.

The three women leaned against the bed legs, stretching their legs out and crossing them. She rested her elbows on her knees and her chin gently on the back of her clasped hands, maintaining a considerable distance from poetry and wine.

Poetry and Wine occasionally sighed softly, wiping away their tears.

The three leaders remained silent.

After a while, the three leaders gently propped themselves up, walked to the low cabinet by the door, brought in two small porcelain dishes, placed one of them on the floor in front of Poetry and Wine, and silently sat back down in their original positions.

The porcelain dish contained two small almond cookies from southern France, baked very thinly with a light caramel color at the edges. They had just come out of the oven this afternoon, and the three of them had casually grabbed two while strolling downstairs. They were still slightly warm.

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads and glanced down.

It looks quite appealing and can whet one's appetite.

The three giants each picked up another one and slowly took a bite.

She quickly finished the cookie in her mouth and then slowly took a second bite.

"..."

Poetry and Wine turned their heads and glanced at her silently.

The three giants sensed the gaze of Poetry and Wine falling upon them, but she continued chewing her biscuits without changing her expression, her emerald green eyes fixed straight ahead, her gaze unwavering.

The most important thing for her right now is to finish eating this almond cookie properly.

Poetry and Wine stared at her for a moment, then slowly reached out, picked up a piece from the porcelain dish in front of him, and put it in his mouth.

It's sweet, with a hint of butter and a subtle nutty flavor. It's not cloying and melts in your mouth.

She finished the cookie, gently brushed the crumbs off her fingertips with her hands, and placed them back on her lap.

The three leaders put the empty porcelain plate aside, turned their heads, and looked at her again.

Poetry and Wine's eyes were still red, and the tip of her nose was a light pink, making the black-haired girl look pitiful.

They really look like those cute little animals that've gotten wet in the rain but won't let anyone get close!

The three giants covered their mouths and chuckled, then straightened their expressions.

After watching for a while, she cleared her throat and said seriously.

"It's fine whether you tell me or not, I'll just sit with you for a while."

They both turned their gaze back to the window.

Bathed in light, the lavender fields transformed into a deep, intense purple, clusters of them stretching out into a world of flowers. A breeze blew from the fields, carrying the rich fragrance through the window.

If a great poet were in the manor today and saw this scene, he would surely pick up his pen and write a masterpiece.

Unfortunately, Haji was in a bad mood, and she wasn't exactly a great poet.

A long time passed.

Just when the three leaders thought the day would end in silence, Poetry and Wine suddenly spoke up in a low voice.

"I don't want to transfer to a school in Europe."

The three leaders turned their gaze away from the window and waited quietly for her to continue.

"I don't speak English or French."

The black-haired girl hugged her knees, rested her chin on her arm, and spoke with a hint of resentment, as if she were complaining.

"And I have friends there."

The three leaders were silent for a moment, then turned their heads and asked.

Do you like it there?

"do not know."

The three leaders turned their gaze from her profile back to the floor in front of her. She bent her legs, rested her arms on her knees, and lightly tapped the floor with her knuckles.

"Why don't you think about going against Senior Rifar?" Her tone became somewhat curious. "Young people always need to be a little rebellious, right?"

"do not know."

At this point, Poetry and Wine's eyes welled up with tears again.

"I've hurt enough people because of my personality."

The girl scratched her hair in frustration, messing up her smooth black hair and ruining her white highlights, which made the three leaders feel sorry for her.

"Perhaps you only see my quiet exterior. My personality is worse than anyone else's."

"Everything I want is different from what I hope for, but I still want them to become like that."

As they talked, Poetry and Wine sighed.

"But I also know that my thinking is wrong. I have never had the right to make demands on anyone."

She rattled off a whole bunch of things in one breath.

The three leaders couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

Her brow furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed, not daring to let Poetry and Wine see her troubled expression.

The three leaders tried to calm themselves down and reassemble the words of poetry and wine, which carried a sense of self-loathing, in their minds, attempting to piece together a complete narrative.

"You've won two national first-class championships, haven't you?"

The three giants rubbed their chins.

"How could someone be so insecure?"

Poetry and wine fell silent once more.

She stared out the window for a long time, her lips moved, but the words caught in her throat. She repeated this several times, unsure how to begin, and finally, Shiyujiu could only manage a bitter smile.

"That's why my personality is so bad."

"He looks down on everyone, including himself."

The three leaders turned their heads and looked at her intently.

Poetry and wine did not look back, maintaining the posture of hugging their knees, chin resting on their arms, their gaze fixed on the lavender field outside the window.

"You seem a bit more frank now."

The three giants suddenly smiled.

"I'm starting to like you a little."

Poetry and Wine's eyelashes fluttered, but they didn't reply.

The three giants turned their gaze away, closed their eyes, and tilted their heads.

“Many things that Senior Lifar said are true,” she said slowly. “What she saw and experienced is something that most people will never even get a glimpse of in their lifetime. I don’t deny that.”

She paused for a moment, then opened her eyes again, her emerald green eyes exceptionally clear.

"But then—"

The three giants turned their heads to look at the profile of Poetry and Wine.

You have to believe in yourself.

Poetry and Wine turned their heads slightly and finally glanced at her.

The three leaders met that gaze and smiled.

"After all, 'even what the senior says isn't necessarily right'—that's something that Senior Rifar himself said."

The room fell silent again.