Dense fog hung like layers of sheer gauze, shrouding everything in the valley and casting a hazy, eerie glow over the surroundings. Lu Chen and Huo Yao walked forward cautiously, their feet sinking into the soft, spongy layer of fallen leaves with every step, feeling as though they were treading on unsubstantial cotton.
"Be careful," Lu Chen murmured in a low voice, instinctively tightening his grip on Huo Yao's hand.
Huo Yao nodded softly, the warmth radiating from his palm bringing her a great deal of comfort. They had been walking for nearly an hour, yet there was still no sign of any buildings or human habitation—only endless trees and rolling mists.
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