At dawn, when the horizon spilled the pale light of the fishbelly sky, with the passage of time, a fiery red sun sprang from the horizon, bathing the earth with its warm sunlight.
In a dense forest, Ye Chenfeng and Xia Zining were sitting under a large tree. Due to Ye Chenfeng's constant running earlier, many places on their clothes were slashed with small cuts.
Xia Zining, however, hadn't expended an iota of strength, since it had been Ye Chenfeng who had been carrying her as they ran. In contrast, Ye Chenfeng appeared much more disheveled, with dense beads of sweat covering his forehead and cheeks, and his breathing was a bit labored through his nose. Nevertheless, his eyes remained fixed on what lay behind them.
