Raising her head to look ahead, all she could see was an expanse of deep green.
This feeling was truly like venturing into a maze,
Mo Nanjue had always been strong physically and didn't feel tired. He turned his head, "Tired?"
"I'm okay," Tong Ran shook her head, but she sat down on a wooden stump at the side. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of the forest, truly feeling relaxed, "So comfortable."
"If you're tired, take a break."
Mo Nanjue leaned against a tree trunk, took a bottle of mineral water from his bag, opened it, and handed it over.
Tong Ran reached out to take it. She drank a couple of sips and saw him standing there with his arms crossed, seemingly accustomed to such an environment, "Have you been to a place like this before?"
The man narrowed his eyes, "I've lived here."
"…Lived here?"
"I was thrown in here," Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, "for two months."
Thrown in here…
