Early morning. The night rain finally cleared up.1

The entire mountain was wet. Water dripped from the leaves onto Cui Yuanyang’s rabbit hat, turning it into a complete mess.0

Zhao Changhe held her hand as they raced through the mountain forest. They traversed the entire mountain throughout the night, never taking the mountain roads, and continued running toward another mountain. They specially chose paths that no one took.1

Cui Yuanyang never complained once and obediently let him take her by the hand. She allowed the thorns and brambles of the mountain forest to rip her cute clothes into a mess.0

She didn’t voice any complaint and simply followed Zhao Changhe. However, the choice she wanted to make was apparent from this attitude she took—she was not willing to choose the first option.0

She had left her home to seek out Zhao Changhe because she was attracted by the excitement of the jianghu and all its conflicts, and also attracted by the wildness that was so different from the refined and cultured bearing of her clan members; it was the impulsive decision of a young lady in her rebellious phase. 0

When her impulsiveness vanished, and after she experienced more, she would naturally realize how...7