Ruan Jiaojiao had long left through the backdoor of the Ruan Family's house and still felt like she could hear the sorrowful howls of Rou Rou, which made her burst into laughter.
Xiaobai walked ahead, leading the way. After some time, Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't help but start scratching her hands and feet frequently.
It was already autumn, and the weather was getting cooler. She wore long clothes and pants, but these mountains were untrodden by humans, full of branches and grass everywhere. She, who hadn't even been to a vegetable patch, had skin that couldn't withstand the slightest scratch. The mere touch of the flowers, grass, and trees made her itch unbearably, and she had to scratch herself from time to time.
