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

Her light green eyes held a hint of nervousness and anticipation.

It was exactly the same face she saw in her dorm every day.

But they are not quite the same.

The diamond-studded gem in the photo looks more...serious than usual.

Poetry and Wine closed the booklet, looked up, and gazed at the horse girls warming up in the distance.

She quickly found the diamond treasure.

That silver-gray figure stood out in the crowd.

She was jogging along the side of the track, her steps light and quick.

The silver-gray horse ears twitched occasionally, and the fluffy horse tail swayed gently behind it.

Sunlight fell on her hair, refracting into tiny dappled patterns.

As Poetry and Wine gazed at that figure, some images suddenly flashed through their minds.

"Little wine... If, if one day, we return to reality..."

"Can you expect me to do this again? Keep encouraging me, keep cheering me on."

"Of course, I will."

"I will be there for you, not just in your debut match, but also when you win the G1 game, and when you stand on the highest podium."

What she said in that world.

It was a promise she made herself.

Back then, Lingzuan Qibao's light green eyes sparkled with anticipation and unease.

The silver-gray horse ears trembled slightly, as if waiting for an answer that could change everything.

Poetry and wine nodded without hesitation.

I took off my sunglasses, looked her in the eye, and told her in the most determined tone, "I will."

At that time, she was serious.

I'm 100% serious.

But now—

Poetry and Wine's gaze fell on the silver-gray figure jogging to warm up in the distance.

Sunlight shone on her long, silver-gray hair, refracting into tiny dappled patterns.

The horse's ears trembled slightly with each step, and its tail swayed rhythmically behind it.

The figure of Lingzuan Qibao from behind looked very hardworking and nervous.

It's exactly the same as the diamond treasure in that world.

but--

That diamond treasure and this diamond treasure—

Is it the same person?

Poetry and wine are unknown.

All she knew was that the silver-gray figure warming up in front of her was completely unaware of those words.

She didn't remember the promise.

I don't remember that world.

I don't remember that Poetry and Wine once stood by her side as trainers, accompanying her through those days.

I don't remember those training sessions, those conversations, or the time we spent together.

She remembers nothing.

Other images flashed through my mind, as I contemplated poetry and wine.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 88 Not Very Healthy

Heavy rain, rivers.

The icy river water poured into my mouth and nose, and my lungs felt like they were being burned by fire.

The suffocating feeling of impending death came wave after wave, but I could never truly die.

She remembers struggling desperately in the water.

I remember the lifeless face on the other person's face when I pulled the Diamond Treasure out of the water.

His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, his lips were purple, and his eyes were tightly closed.

She remembers kneeling in the mud, trembling as she performed CPR.

One, two, three... countless times.

Only one thought occupied my mind—

"Don't die, don't die, please don't die."

She remembers pressing her lips against the cool lips of the Diamond Treasure, blowing air into them one breath at a time.

Once, twice, three times.

Until Diamond Treasure finally coughed up water, until her chest rose and fell again, until she opened her eyes and looked at the world blankly.

That feeling of pulling someone back from the brink of death—

Unforgettable, etched in my memory forever.

But Diamond Treasure doesn't remember.

The world's most precious diamonds knew nothing of that matter.

She had no idea that she had once drowned in another world.

She had no idea that someone had almost lost their life trying to save her.

I don't know that Poetry and Wine once knelt in the mud, pressing their lips to her cold lips, passing breaths of air with each sip.

She knows nothing.

So she can invite poetry and wine to watch her competition with a smile.

You can say "thank you for coming" without any burden.

He could look at her with those clear, light green eyes, his gaze filled only with pure expectation and gratitude.

And poetry and wine—

Every time I see that face, I'm reminded of those things.

I recall those rainy nights.

I think of the icy river water.

I remember kneeling in the mud, desperately pressing on her chest.

Then she would feel very annoyed.

A kind of inexplicable restlessness.

'Then why should I keep my promise?'

Poetry and wine are questions for oneself.

'Can an agreement that the other party doesn't even remember still be considered an agreement?'

She had no answer.

'I saved her life.'

Another voice echoed in her mind.

'I almost died because of her. I gave her CPR in the mud, and I nearly suffocated in the water—'

'But she knows nothing.'

I don't owe her anything.

That promise, that life-saving act, all exist only in my memory.

'One-sided.'

'Unspeakable.'

'It will never be recognized.'

Poetry and wine clutched the tickets tightly in their hands.

Even if the three goddesses might pass on their memories to this diamond treasure after the script ends.

However, the inner conflict between poetry and wine is also incredibly complex.

The ticket was crumpled up from being clutched in her hand.

'So why should I keep my promise?'

Why should we care whether she wins or loses?

'Why should we sit here and watch her compete like idiots?'

She asked herself.

But at the same time, another voice was also ringing out—

'But you promised.'

'You said it yourself.'

“Not just your debut match… but also when you win Game 1, when you stand on the highest podium… I will be there.”

'That's what you said yourself.'

'What does it matter whether she remembers or not?'

'Does a promise you make only count when the other person remembers it?'

Poetry and wine, close your eyes.

The two voices were fighting in her head, giving her a headache.

'She doesn't remember, so you have no obligation.'

'But you promised, so you should keep your promise.'

That's a matter of another world; it has nothing to do with her in this world.

'But you still came, didn't you? You're still sitting here, clutching the ticket she gave you, waiting to watch her match.'

That's just because I promised; you can't take back what you've said.

Is that really all there is to it?

Poetry and wine open their eyes.

Her gaze fell once again on the silver-gray figure in the distance.

Diamond Treasure was still warming up, her pace slower than before, as if she was adjusting her breathing.

Her silver-gray horse ears would occasionally twitch, and sometimes they would turn in a certain direction.

It was probably listening to the sounds around it.

Of course, she had no idea that poetry and wine were watching her.

She had no idea what Poetry and Wine were thinking.

Lu Mao Ma Niang was focused on her warm-up and the upcoming match.

Move diligently toward your goals.

Even though they didn't know they had almost died.

Even though she didn't know what someone had sacrificed to save her.