In the darkness, Jian Qing invisibly furrowed her brow as the pointed ends of vines dug into her palm and the sharp fragments of rock jutting out around her sliced into her feet.
The faint scent of blood lingered in her nose as Jian Qing remained silent, her gaze solely focused on the small ginseng plant in sight.
Just a little faster, she thought, just a little faster.
Finally, with one hand holding the vine and the other pulling up the swaying ginseng plant, she accomplished her task.
Looking back, she met a pair of purple eyes not far away and gave a slight smile.
It was hard to climb up, but getting down proved to be quite easy.
Stepping on the protruding rocks below, she leapt, using the vine to slide safely back down to the ground.
Just as she landed, she was abruptly pulled into a warm embrace.
Quan Jingwu held her tightly, his gaze filled with concern. "Why don't you listen?" he asked.
Jian Qing gave a faint smile, wrapping her arms around him in return.
