When night fell and the path blurred, Qu Jing could only pocket a few uneaten fruits and find a tree to climb for a light nap.
After a whole day, Qu Jing's steps in the mountains could dominate her social circle, yet not a word was spoken, not even the simplest self-talk.
Remaining silent, just searching for paths and food, it appeared very desolate.
The lone ranger.
That was Qin Huai's impression of Qu Jing.
Qin Huai stood by the tree, relying on the moonlight to vaguely see the person on it. Qu Jing wasn't asleep, sitting on the tree seemingly pondering something, and only after one or two hours did she lean against the trunk for a shallow sleep.
By the dim light of dawn on the second day, Qu Jing awoke. Nimbly climbing down, eating fruit, hunting for more, no longer fixated on running deeper into the mountains but first seeking edible things instead.
It wasn't until this moment that Qin Huai realized Chen Huihong's abilities, although not mighty, were very practical.
