The Ghost Forest was tranquil, with a fog that dispersed through the trees where no insects chirped or leapt, and the ground covered with rotting leaves was blanketed by a thin layer of white frost.
The crackling of firewood, through the distorted air caused by the blazing flames, allowed Xu Yuan to gaze at the beautiful woman sitting opposite him, wrapped in a felt blanket.
Her disheveled hair hung over her temples, and Xia Qing's eyelids were lowered, her long, dense eyelashes trembling slightly.
Compared to the noble aura she radiated when he first met her, she now looked quite haggard, sitting on the ground quietly wrapped in the blanket, silently staring at the flickering campfire before her.
Withdrawing his gaze, Xu Yuan raised his hand to rub his brow.
It had been three days since he parted from Tang Ruofu.
