Not far off, the group of students from the military training program were sitting together, chirping away, taking a break. In stark contrast, Tianxin sat alone by the mountain spring, touching what seemed like a sprained foot.
One side lively, the other desolate.
One side bustling, the other lonely.
Amplified by the profound longing for Chen Yiran, Tianxin couldn't help but bury her head in her knees, crying silently.
"Tianxin…are you still here? You should get back, we're going to continue up the mountain soon." Su Yue's warm, pleasant voice sounded above her.
With her head still buried in her knees, Tianxin felt somewhat embarrassed.
Sitting here alone crying, surely anyone watching would find it odd...
"Tianxin…?" Seeing she had no reaction, Su Yue cautiously crouched down. His clear eyes fixed on her, he softly asked, "What's the matter? Why aren't you talking? Are you feeling unwell due to heatstroke...?"
