Oliver Nelson: "Spring is here."
Sophia Jackson: "..."
She silently got up, tidied up her messy clothes, and turned around to find Oliver Nelson already standing behind her, his body free of dust but his hair...
The Throstle continued to make 'gu-gu-gu-gu-gu' sounds.
Trying not to look at the bird, Sophia's expression was somewhat unnatural when she looked at Oliver Nelson: "You have grass in your hair."
Oliver Nelson: "Hmm?"
Sophia Jackson: "There's grass stuck in your hair."
Oliver Nelson remained motionless: "One's appearance isn't so important at this time."
Sophia directly went on her tiptoes, reached out, and removed the grass from his hair: "There, done."
Oliver Nelson smiled slightly: "Thank you."
If they didn't leave the mountain soon, it would be dark. Sophia didn't dare to linger too long: "Is the horse still around?"
Oliver Nelson was uncertain: "Let's look along the way and pray for the best."
