Jun Shiling pulled Xia Wanyuan up and led her to the mountain path.
The morning sun had slowly risen, shining through the layers of fog.
Although the greenery in the manor was very good, it could not compare to the natural areas. Xia Wanyuan and Jun Shiling walked slowly in the mountains and chatted. In the hazy fog, they really looked like a match made in heaven.
When they were going down the mountain, they bumped into a villager living in the mountains. He was carrying a basket of paper cutters and was about to go down the mountain to sell them. When he saw Xia Wanyuan and Jun Shiling, these two noble people, he hurriedly came to promote them.
Xia Wanyuan picked a few. "I didn't expect that the people in the mountains would know how to cut paper so well." Xia Wanyuan looked at the exquisite paper in her hand.
She was puzzled. If it was so beautiful, why did we rarely see such things in the market other than tourist attractions?
