The blazing sun scorched the vast forest, with sunlight streaming through the dense canopy, painting a dappled pattern that swayed with the wind, much like dancing butterflies. A gentle mountain breeze rustled the trees as Luo Zheng carried Lan Xue to a mountain ridge. A gust of wind revitalized him, and he stopped, carefully setting Lan Xue down on the ground. He scanned the area; the dense forest around them was level, and the ground was covered in shrubs – it was a great hiding spot.
"You must be exhausted," Lan Xue asked with concern.
"I'm alright," Luo Zheng replied, his steely eyes continuing to sweep the surroundings, memorizing every detail of the terrain—where they could hide, where they could retreat. Then he sat down with a thud, noticing Lan Xue watching him. He couldn't help but smile foolishly; seeing Lan Xue again, he felt incredibly lucky.
