The rain was light, finely dense as it sprinkled between heaven and earth, like a mist. When the wind passed, it raised a curtain of gauze, carrying with it a refreshing fragrance of grass and trees, every single drop revealing a gentle Jiangnan demeanor.
The drizzle moistened the soil. The mountain path, seemingly flat, was not easy to traverse.
Ran Yan kept her lips pursed, stepping over the low shrubbery with a rapid pace, even Wan Lu and Ge Lan following behind found it somewhat difficult.
As they progressed, except for Wan Lu occasionally giving directions, there was no unnecessary conversation.
It wasn't until Ran Yan saw the people in official uniforms stationed in the distance that she suddenly realized, her palms were filled with moisture, unaware if it was sweat or rain.
