By the second emergency assembly, it was past four-thirty in the morning, and by the time they reached the foot of the mountain, it was nearly five. The fog of early morning twirled and danced, and the crystalline dewdrops jubilantly whirled with the breeze.
The early birds stood proudly on the branches, singing melodiously. As people approached, they flapped away hastily. Scattered along the path were unnamed wildflowers in yellow, purple, pink, white... The air carried a sweet and fresh scent that lifted everyone's spirits, and soon laughter and singing echoed across the mountain, adding a lively atmosphere.
Luo Ye and her small team were almost at the forefront. Hearing the boisterous sounds from behind, Xing Nong grinned and said, "Hey..., don't you feel like we're the enemies infiltrating the mountains?"
"Doesn't that make you one of them too?" Luo Ye couldn't help but roll her eyes: "This was meant to be a fun activity, how did it turn negative when it reached your lips?"
