Tang Yichen's words weren't finished, but Gu Zhiqi understood.
"Follow," she said casually, tossing out the two words before continuing to walk down the mountain with her basket slung over her arm.
Before turning, she swept a glance, without batting an eyelid, at the white fan in the man's hand.
Su Yunling felt Gu Zhiqi's gaze, lightly tapped his fingers on the fan, and watched the girl's retreating figure, his eyes deepening.
The others, hearing this, all showed a gleam of joy.
The fog was too thick in the mountains, there was no signal, and the rain kept pouring without cease. They had been wandering around the mountain for most of the day without finding a way out.
Finding someone to lead them out of the mountain now was certainly cause for happiness.
"Hey? Gu Xiaoxi, do you really know the way?" Tang Yichen followed Gu Zhiqi's steps immediately after she agreed and curiously asked a question.
"Hmm," Gu Zhiqi responded noncommittally and continued to stroll forward.
