Descending is easy, ascending is hard, especially on a still-damp mountain path. Ji Sang dared not walk too fast, and because she was in a tense state, even the backpack that usually felt light now seemed a burden to her.
The mountain slowly began to fill with mist, the hazy green should have been a beautiful sight, but Ji Sang dared not stop to capture it with her camera.
After about five minutes of walking, the fog grew thicker, blurring the path ahead.
"Sister Ah Shang?"
Ji Sang was startled by the sudden voice, slipped, but fortunately, there was a tree nearby which Ji Sang quickly grabbed to stabilize herself.
"Yi Feng?"
The voice wasn't very clear, but the only person who called her that way was Yi Feng.
"Sister Ah Shang, you really are here."
Yi Feng's voice got closer as he spoke hurriedly due to the slippery mountain path,
"Don't move, wait for me to come over."
Ji Sang had just slipped and didn't dare to move easily, so she just stood there.
