Wang Jianguo sighed softly, leaned in toward Hé Yǔshuǐ, his eyes filled with a trace of worry, and whispered a reminder:
"Keep your voice down. Nights in the mountains are nothing like in the village; it's so quiet here that even the slightest sound carries for miles."
"Also, you must stay close to me. The roads are dark and slippery, and the snow from the journey hasn't melted yet. In some places, it’s turned into patches of ice. If you aren't careful, you’ll take a nasty fall."
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