The servants were waiting on them halfway up the mountain. After receiving the instruction, no one dared to disturb them at the top of the mountain.
The hot spring water rose and fell against the rocks on the shore. It should have been a pool of stagnant water, but at this moment, it was even more turbulent than the waves on the shore of the deserted island.
Birds circled overhead, and when Su Ji raised her head, she could see the starry sky.
The sky was very close, as though she could touch the stars.
Vaguely, she seemed to hear the laughter of the guests halfway up the mountain as they left after taking a bath. Su Ji suddenly realized that this was a low mountain. The distance between the hot springs was not too far. If she could hear them, could they hear her too?
Su Ji quickly stopped making a sound.
Pei Huai pinched her chin, his pitch-black eyes seemed to have fallen into ink and were filled with moisture.
