Zhang Jingyun walked behind Su Yining down the mountain with a trace of apprehension in his heart.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled patches of light and shadow. The two of them proceeded along a winding country path, as a gentle breeze blew by, carrying the mingled fragrance of earth and fresh grass.
Along the way, Su Yining chattered endlessly like a cheerful little bird, while Zhang Jingyun only occasionally gave brief replies. Most of the time, his thoughts were still tangled up in how he had managed to agree to this trip in the first place.
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