The towering trees shielded the sun.
It was even colder in the mountains. Chi Jiao's petite face was already flushed red.
As Quan Jue observed the environment, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
Seeing her raising her hand to her mouth to blow on it from time to time, he reached out and pulled her hand over to warm it in his palm.
Just then, rustling sounds were heard.
Almost instantly, Quan Jue and Gu Xia responded by pulling their bows and nocking their arrows.
Chi Jiao watched Quan Jue's actions.
The young man's figure was as straight as a small white poplar. His eyes were sharp and focused, and his actions were so handsome that her eyes lit up.
Swish!
The sound of an arrow tearing through the air was heard. Gu Xia shot an arrow first.
In the bushes, a wild rabbit was escaping.
The arrow was aimed straight at the plump hare.
When Chi Jiao saw this scene, she felt a little regretful.
