"Onii-chan, what are we doing? Can we go down the mountain..." The little girl walked on the narrow mountain ridge, looking to both sides, with abysses thousands of meters deep on either side.
If she accidentally slipped on this ridge, she would surely be shattered to pieces.
"Continue," Qing Chen said calmly, "Continue clearing the debris."
Here at Mount Okuhotaka, it's over ten kilometers away from the ski resort. No tourists would come here at this time; the whole world seemed to have only Qing Chen and Jinguji Maki.
Qing Chen, as if nothing had happened, continued to clean up the debris on the ridge.
It was not until now that the little girl understood what Qing Chen had been doing every day when he left early and returned late.
No wonder the skiers said they had never seen Qing Chen, simply because he never skied.
However, Jinguji Maki didn't expect that Qing Chen would bring her to this ridge and have her help clean up the debris.
