In a wild forest where ancient trees towered, their entwined aged branches blocked out the sun and sky, Jiang Ning and Nong Chun walked slowly back along the path they had come by, with the moist and fresh air mixed with the fragrance of unknown wildflowers deep within the dense woods.
After finding a water source, Nong Chun's mood lightened considerably on the return journey. Not to mention, he had learned to recognize and pick a bag full of wild berries under Jiang Ning's guidance.
Jiang Ning, walking in front, suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed to the front left, saying, "There are a few Goat Milk Fruit trees over there, do you want to go take a look?"
"Goat Milk Fruit?" Nong Chun looked up, obviously unfamiliar with the name of this fruit, and asked with a puzzled face, "Is it tasty?"
Jiang Ning thought for a moment, "It's okay, sweet when it's ripe."
