The next day, as the morning light just began to break, the group packed ample and well-prepared supplies, full of spirit as they set off toward the Ice Cave. Along the way, although Mengzhang and Mu Yanfeng no longer quarreled as fiercely as they used to, the atmosphere between them still felt somewhat awkward.
Soft clouds drifted lazily across the sky, and a gentle breeze brushed against the face like silk threads, bringing wisps of coolness. I deliberately quickened my pace, trying to immerse myself entirely in the haste of the journey to escape the awkward silence.
Mu Yanfeng seemed to keenly perceive my thoughts; he unhurriedly slowed his pace, gradually walking side by side with me, and said in a soft voice, "Hanxi, there is no need to avoid me so deliberately." Hearing his words, I couldn't help starting slightly, my cheeks growing warm in an instant.
Chapter 45