The two of them walked slowly back along the winding mountain path. As night fell, the trail became increasingly difficult to navigate. Meng Xiaoyu’s steps grew heavy, each one feeling as if she were dragging a thousand-pound weight. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her breathing quickened.
"Leitao, I... I don't think I can walk any further," Meng Xiaoyu said, biting her lip in embarrassment.
Hearing this, Leitao stopped immediately. He turned around, his face full of concern. "Are you too tired? This path is too rough. If we keep going like this, we won't make it back to the hut. Come, let me carry you." Without waiting for a response, he crouched down and signaled for her to climb on.
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