Morning has arrived~
Qiu Zimo nudged Si Chengze's foot with hers.
Si Chengze got up, rubbing his still sleepy eyes.
"It's morning. Let's go!" Qiu Zimo was already heading out.
Si Chengze quickly followed after her...
The air in the forest was exceptionally fresh, feeling as though they had entered a natural reservoir of oxygen.
The morning sunlight wasn't harsh, filtering softly through the dense canopy, forming a beautiful tableau.
The sounds of birds chirping, the rustling of wind through leaves, and the flowing of spring water blended seamlessly.
Following the sound, a crystal-clear stream appeared before them.
Sitting by the stream, Qiu Zimo removed the cloth from her shoulder. After a night, the fabric had stuck to her injured flesh, and removing it would inevitably tear the wound open again.
As she prepared to rip it off forcefully, a boy's voice rang out sharply, "Don't move!"
It was the first time someone dared to give her a command.
