The back mountain was vast and wide. Qiao An circled the mountain path for a long time and searched. She looked at the endless mountains and sighed. It would be really difficult to find Xing Chen.
But the thought of the man she loved hiding in these mountains made her feel motivated.
However, after trekking for most of the day, her stomach began to growl. Moreover, the sky was getting darker and darker. All kinds of wild animals began to howl around her. Qiao An suddenly felt terrified.
It seemed even harder to go down the mountain at this time.
Qiao An cried out in fear, "Xing Chen."
Xing Xiaoya stayed in Xing Chen's small wooden house, unwilling to leave. She stole glances at Xing Chen several times and hesitated.
"What do you have to say?" Xing Chen looked at her expressionlessly. He didn't know if it was because he was tired or because he missed Qiao An so much that he looked haggard.
