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

The two people were sitting back to back on the same bed, facing the same window.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Poetry and wine fell silent, as did the three giants.

The three men leaned against the bed legs, straightened their legs again, crossed them together, and closed their eyes.

She didn't leave.

Poetry and wine did not drive her away.

……

Lifar allowed the poetry and wine to rest for a couple more days at the estate.

She didn't mention those words from the study again, nor did she summon poetry and wine there once more.

Life at the manor seemed to have returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. The waiters served meals as usual, and the lavender fields breathed quietly outside the windows.

Interlude: Chapter 401 Haji Wine

Poetry and wine: I get up much earlier than before.

Almost every day, just as dawn breaks, she's already sitting on the terrace, holding a cup of hot water, gazing blankly at the fields.

She spoke less than before, and always seemed preoccupied.

Lifar had seen this several times.

Until a new day.

Mania pushed Lifar's wheelchair to the sunniest spot on the veranda and brought him morning tea.

Thin wisps of steam rose from the white porcelain cup, illuminating Lifar's melancholy face.

"Mania."

"1."

"..."

Lifar turned and glanced at her.

Manya's expression returned to normal.

Lifar withdrew her gaze, not pursuing the matter further. She picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and spoke again.

"After Shiyu and Jiu leave, tell her about today's breakfast; I want to eat with her."

"it is good."

"No need to be so serious."

Lifar carefully considered his choice of words.

"She can refuse; just take it as my invitation."

Manya nodded. "I understand."

The corridor fell silent again.

Meanwhile, in the room filled with poetry and wine.

She woke up.

"Eh~"

With a sigh, Poetry and Wine sat up.

The blanket slipped off the black-haired girl's shoulders, revealing a white nightgown underneath. She sat on the edge of the bed, barefoot on the floor, head down, her long hair falling over her shoulders, obscuring most of her face.

The curtains were not drawn, and a little sunlight streamed in through the window cracks, casting bright lines on the floor.

After sitting and drinking for a while, Shi Yujiu reached out and picked up his phone from the bedside table.

When the screen lit up, she squinted for a few seconds to adjust, then looked down at the glowing little square.

No new messages.

No, there are some.

Several unread messages appeared in the notification bar, and she saw a few familiar names.

The thumb hovered above the screen for "Poetry and Wine," remaining there for a long time before ultimately not clicking it.

She turned her phone screen off again and placed it face down on the bed.

After sitting for a while, Poetry and Wine stood up, walked barefoot to the window, and opened the curtains a crack.

The morning light streamed in, bringing with it the scenery of the manor.

Poetry and wine stood by the window, lost in thought.

Should we go back?

Two weeks have passed since the start of the holiday.

I spent a week in Japan, a week in Europe, and another week is coming up in a few days.

A month-long holiday passed in the blink of an eye.

hateful.

But now is not the time to think about holidays.

The key question is, what happens after we get back?

Although she was dissatisfied with what Lifar said, she had no doubt that what he said was indeed correct.

Her trainers, her schedule, her personality.

What poetry and wine have always been unwilling to confront has now been laid bare for all to see.

Today, poetry and wine can no longer pretend that those things don't exist.

Poetry and wine: Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and suppress those chaotic thoughts.

I'll think about it for now.

She loosened the curtains, turned and walked to the wardrobe to change her clothes.

When Poetry and Wine pushed open the door and came out, Mania was standing in the hallway, as if she had just happened to be passing by.

She had actually been waiting there for a little while.

"Good morning."

Mania nodded slightly.

"Lifar would like to invite you to breakfast, if it's convenient for you."

Poetry and wine paused for a moment, then fell silent.

Manya stood quietly, waiting for her answer.

"it is good."

Poetry and Wine nodded.

Manya smiled slightly and gestured for them to proceed.

"This way."

Poetry and wine followed Mania down the stairs, through the long corridor on the first floor of the main building covered with an old carpet, and arrived at a small restaurant on the east side of the manor.

The room has floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, and the morning light pours in from every direction.

A small round table was placed by the window, covered with a plain white tablecloth, on which breakfast for two people was already laid out.

Slices of baguette toasted until slightly charred, a small dish of butter, several kinds of jam, two steaming drinks, and a basket of freshly picked cherry tomatoes and grapes, still glistening with dew.

Lifar was already sitting there.

Today she was wearing a loose-fitting off-white knit sweater, and her long gray hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

The wheelchair was parked beside the table. She was looking down, stirring something in a cup with a small silver spoon, and only looked up when she heard footsteps.

"You're here?"

"Ah."

Poetry and wine sat down opposite her.

Mania pushed the cup of black tea with the poetry and wine to her side, then silently left the restaurant, gently closing the door behind her.

Only two people remained in the restaurant.

At first, no one spoke.

Lifar slowly sipped her drink, while Shi Yujiu picked up her red tea, took a sip, and her gaze fell on the table.

The girl's horse ears stood up nervously, and her tail twitched uneasily, making a soft sound as it hit the chair.

Seeing her like this, Rifar didn't rush to speak. She picked up a baguette, slowly spread a thin layer of apricot jam on it, took a bite, and chewed it slowly.

After a while, she put down the bread and gently wiped her fingertips with a napkin.

How have you been these past few days?

"……fine."

"Did you sleep well?"

"good."

Lifar nodded, didn't ask any further questions, and ate quietly for a while longer.

Poetry and Wine also picked up a piece of bread, without spreading anything on it, and ate it dry, bite by bite.

"Poetry and wine."

Lifar put down the food in her hand, placed her hands on the table, and looked intently at the girl opposite her.

Poetry and wine stopped chewing, and looked up to meet each other's gray eyes.

"I'm very sorry about what happened that day."

Poetry and Wine looked at her intently.

"But I will not take back what I said."

"Your physical condition, your training methods, your current competition schedule. These issues are real and won't disappear just because you don't want to hear them."

Poetry and Wine's expression tightened slightly. She put the bread back on the plate and waited silently for Rifar to finish speaking.

Seeing her reaction, Lifar's eyes showed a hint of relief.

"But how you do it is your business."

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.

"I won't force you to transfer schools, nor will I forcibly replace your trainer."

Lifar picked up the cup, took a sip, and put it down.

“The guardianship issue has been resolved and will not be withdrawn. Although I am not your biological mother, I am your legal guardian.”

"Everything else is up to you."

Poetry and Wine stared at her for a long time, pondering whether there was any deeper meaning in her words.

Lifar let her look at him, returning her gaze with equal seriousness.

Poetry and wine couldn't help but frown.

"Why? That's not what you said that day."

"Perhaps you should take pity on me."

Interlude: Chapter 402 The Heinous Haji Wine

Lifar's expression turned somewhat resentful.

"I look at you as if I'm looking at myself. Just as reckless."