"Why do I feel like your face is turning white faster than the rest of you?" Xiang An scratched Surging Wave Gallop's nose tip, then leaned forward until their foreheads touched.
"Whinny—" Surging Wave Gallop rumbled in his throat and stretched out his long tongue to lick Xiang An's hand.
"Don't lick me, it tickles." Xiang An pulled his hand away from Surging Wave Gallop's tongue and laughed as he stroked its neck.
Surging Wave Gallop's coat color was rather strange now.
The whitening of its body was not yet particularly pronounced, but compared to its body, its face had turned white remarkably quickly. Even its neck was barely white; only its face was.
From afar, Surging Wave Gallop's face looked as though it had no flesh or blood left, only bare white bones.
But up close, its eyes seemed especially weary.
If it could speak, it would probably say, "I'm so ugly. I'm so sad."
"Who's the most handsome Hequ Horse in the world?" Xiang An grinned, hugging Surging Wave Gallop's neck as he scratched it more vigorously.
"Prrr-whinny—" Scratched all over by Xiang An, Surging Wave Gallop cheered up as well, pawing the ground and playfully roughhousing with him.
Although Xiang An had already become the commander of two divisions, leading more than five thousand men and spending every day on the march, he had kept up his habit of personally caring for Surging Wave Gallop.
Xiang An did not bother much with the other horses, nor did he have the time. He only cared for his own Surging Wave Gallop. Occasionally, when Xiang Yu was busy, he would look after Cloud-Treading Wu Zhui as well. But Cloud-Treading Wu Zhui did not particularly like him. It would bite and kick him, and then, when the bitten and kicked