The next day, as she headed toward the Academy track, Kitasan Black still had Anjing Zhen's words from the previous night faintly echoing in her mind.
When she had heard those words, she had suddenly felt as though her Trainer had changed somehow.
She could not say exactly what had changed. It was probably the sense that he had become a little closer, a little clearer.
From their first meeting until recently, it was not as though she had been unaware of Anjing Zhen's age.
Because of Full Maturity, Horse Girls developed differently from humans, but measured by human years, she should only have been a few years younger than Anjing Zhen.
Yet despite that mere few-year difference, whenever they were together, she always felt that her Trainer was much older than she was.
Sometimes, she even had the illusion that the person before her was not a youth of eighteen or nineteen, but a mature adult in his twenties or thirties—or even older.
But last night, she had finally sensed a youthful air from Anjing Zhen.
It was like the youngest disciples her Grandpa or father had taken in. Every one of them possessed musical talent far beyond ordinary people, always carrying an air of high spirits and ambition.
Perhaps it was because of that air that she felt the distance between herself and her Trainer had grown shorter, and his face and figure had become clearer to her.
So what was going on...?
As she entered the track and saw Anjing Zhen carrying his usual shoulder bag, along with a large backpack that looked like a travel pack on his back, Kitasan Black could not help thinking about that change again. She quickly shook her head.
Whatever it was, Trainer had a Dream now too—and it was a