On the head, there was a tall white hat that looked about thirty centimeters long, resembling a chimney standing upright on the head.
That person sat on the horse, arms crossed over the chest, hands tucked into the sleeves, allowing the horse underneath to walk, sitting still and steady.
What made Chu Keqing's gaze suddenly sharpen was... the horse underneath appeared to be made of paper!
The horse looked tall, its posture robust and haughty, but upon closer inspection, the entire body was pale and faintly showed the bamboo and wood framework, the pale fur was just paper.
The horse's face was skillfully painted, but its eyes were spiritless, silent as it ran, without the sound of breathing or neighing, quietly walking forward.
The person riding the paper horse gradually came close to the two, slowing the horse's pace.
