After a day of travel, Ye Qiu had led Ye Zi across dozens of mountain peaks, and they could now see some small mountain villages nestled under the high mountains.
With the presence of other people's homes, Ye Qiu did not rush over there. He had other concerns, fearing that he might bring harm to unrelated people.
He just brought Ye Zi close to the crops of these homes.
Along the way, Ye Qiu had been subsisting on preserved fruit every day, and he was practically fed up with the blandness when he suddenly saw some livestock grazing not far away. He slowly moved towards them.
Feeling the warmth of Ye Qiu beneath her, Ye Zi did not want to wake up; she wished she could lie on Ye Qiu's back forever.
Ye Zi's wound had healed long ago; she had just been pretending to be unconscious.
Watching the landscape swiftly passing by her side, Ye Zi remembered the first time she met Ye Qiu.
