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Fa Xi Temple, in front of the mountain gate.
After climbing a thousand stone steps and winding through a hundred curves and turns, the faint tranquillity under the shade of trees was mingled with the elegant fragrance of flowers, ceaselessly adding a touch of magic to the ancient temple. In this secluded atmosphere, one could sense a hint of melancholy and a whisper of the vicissitudes of time.
An Jing panted as he reached the summit, hands bracing his knees as he took deep breaths, "Tan Yun, quickly hand me the water skin."
"Hmph!"
Tan Yun grumpily tossed the water skin to An Jing.
The girl was still angry. Next time, I'd better buy her more pastries to make up for it.
An Jing unscrewed the water skin and gulped down a big mouthful of water, then turned to look back, only to see that Zhao Qingmei was following at an unhurried pace.
"Husband, are you tired? Let me wipe your sweat."
