"Little squirrel, little squirrel, come out... You must be playing hide-and-seek with me, right?" Jia Ming cautiously approached the tree trunk, but still ended up empty-handed.
In the blink of an eye, the little squirrel appeared again behind a pile of fallen leaves. Jia Ming saw it and hurriedly chased after. Behind him, Mary kept close to ensure his safety.
Ji Wei watched their figures gradually fade into the distance and instinctively quickened her pace.
Gradually, the air in the mountains grew damp and cold. The towering trees exuded a chilling aura. It had rained the previous night, and the forest was shrouded in a faint mist. The fallen leaves underfoot were wet and slippery.
Fortunately, Ji Wei was wearing rain boots, which were both slip-resistant and warm.
Jia Ming's voice was barely audible now.
Ji Wei grew worried that he might wander too far and get into trouble, so she began to run.
