There was no green in the mountains; everywhere was covered with yellow leaves, as if there was nothing beautiful to behold.
But on the branches of many trees hung all sorts of fruits.
Bright red hawthorns, yellow and ripe pears, and small black fruits resembling blueberries.
Sun Yumeng followed by Su Weifeng's side, picking a few fruits from time to time, which brought her indescribable joy.
Su Weifeng, however, was seriously searching for that particular kind of small sanzhi medicinal herb, and after two hours, he had only found four plants.
Although they had been stopping and starting, Sun Yumeng was already very tired, so Su Weifeng led her to a large rock to sit down and rest.
"Are you cold?" Su Weifeng asked with concern.
Sun Yumeng, clutching Su Weifeng's arm, smiled sweetly and said, "Not cold. I've even sweated on my back from walking."
"Really? Let me see," Su Weifeng blinked.
