The wind was strong on the mountain, and the melting snow made the mountain trails even more wet and slippery.
In the sky, the occasional piercing cries of birds made one feel an eerie chill.
Especially after entering the mountain, horses became impractical, and the pace of the group slowed down.
Feng Yun had prepared boots specifically for the mountain journey, yet even with them, she occasionally slipped on the forested trails.
Chunyu Yan frowned as he watched her. When they reached a sloping ditch, he jumped across and turned around, opening his hand towards Feng Yun.
Feng Yun stood still, unmoving.
Chunyu Yan's hand remained stretched out, creating an awkward atmosphere.
"I can manage," Feng Yun said slowly, extending her hand toward Xiaoman.
Xiaoman loved it when ladies depended on her. Relying on her skills, she sprang forward energetically and nimbly crossed the ditch, then turned back to pull Feng Yun over with a strong tug.
