"Zhao Zhan, it rained last night. Would the pathways on the mountain be easy to walk on?"
"There are a lot of dead branches on the road, so there's enough traction. Also, I'll carry you," Zhao Zhan said as he squatted down, grabbed Yue Jiaojiao's hands, held them in his hands, and rubbed them. "Your hands are a little cold. If you don't want to go, I'll prepare a warm bath for you. I don't want you to catch a cold."
Yue Jiaojiao couldn't help but laugh. "I'll go up the mountain with you. It just so happens that Chengfeng can't hold himself back from staying at home any longer."
Chengfeng — who heard his name — immediately stood up. He wagged his tail and looked at the two with his bright golden eyes.
"Wait for me, I'll go back to my room to get something."
