Noble's horsemanship was much better than she had imagined, he followed closely. Then, sometimes he retreated half a meter, sometimes he led half a meter.
Alina's personality has always been tough, her almond eyes blinked slightly, fiercely whipping the horse, the hooves under her body faster.
When there were still two hundred meters, Noble had already fallen two meters behind her, Alina secretly felt happy, but just as she smiled, the red horse suddenly overtook her and galloped forward.
She reacted, whipping the horse, but still lost.
Noble stopped the horse, and turned back to look at her: "Alina, you lost."
It was not that Alina could not accept defeat: "I am willing to admit defeat."
At this time, Ingrid struggled to catch up: "Alina, why are you riding so fast?"
Alina glanced
