Fu Yunian's initial plan of looking for a plum blossom disappeared in an instant. He looked at his shoes with increasing disgust.
Looking at the height the mountain in front of him, Fu Yunian hesitated.
As he had already reached the halfway point of the mountain, there were fewer and fewer people around him.
It was particularly cold on the mountain in the early morning. The sun could not shine through the layers of fog.
The temperature was about ten degrees lower than the temperature at the bottom of the mountain. Fu Yunian rubbed his nose, and his body gradually could not take it anymore.
He wanted to find a place to rest his feet in the wind and continue walking, but he suddenly heard a cry.
"Help..."
"Help..."
Fu Yunian suddenly stopped his feet. He did not dare to make a sound and listened carefully, as he was afraid that he had heard it wrongly.
