The reservoir where Xia Mian and the others arrived was a large lake.
Around this lake, dikes and drainage channels were constructed.
As it was winter, the reservoir had already frozen over.
At a glance, withered grass hid the ice surface, stretching beyond the field of view.
Seeing Xia Mian was about to proceed further, the reservoir staff couldn't help but frown, "Little girl, this isn't a tourist spot where you can just come and go. If you go further, there might be danger."
If these people got into trouble right under their noses, it would be difficult to explain.
Xia Mian lowered her gaze and softly said, "Almost there."
Almost there?
Almost where?
While the staff was baffled, Xia Mian took a few more steps forward and stopped on the embankment to the left of the reservoir.
Xia Mian's gaze shifted downwards, and everyone followed, seeing only some shabby withered grass.
Ji Hua's heart skipped a beat, "My grandfather is over there?"
