Su Yan was exactly four years old when she met Yun Yun. That day was her birthday. When her father returned home, he brought a maroon pony and a little boy with him.
Her cousin joked: "Our Yanyan's birthday gift this year is actually a young master."
She was too young and didn't know how to be shy. One hand held the foal, and the other went to pull the boy.
Su Yan tilted her head and asked him: "Brother, what is your name?"
The little boy, who had just arrived, pretended to be calm and replied: "Zhuang Yunyun."
"Then we are friends now. Come on, I will take you to play. There is so much fun here!" She pulled him and ran out of the hall. Zhuang Yunyun did not object and followed her silently.
Later, when people in the city mentioned the eldest lady of the Su family, they would never forget that when she got into trouble, there must be a silent guard and a brightly colored maroon horse by her side.
Su Yan never saw such a pure and bright red horse again. Perhaps her memory beautified it. She always felt that the horse was as red as fire and could ignite everything it passed.