Not long after hitting the road, Yan Sijue stuffed the walkie-talkie into his backpack, seemingly not paying it any mind.
Mu Yiliang silently observed, feeling a slight sense of relief in her heart.
She must hit the mark with a single strike and not give this man a chance to struggle. If he resisted, she would definitely not be his match.
She pondered this silently as she walked up the mountain.
The journey was very quiet, with only the sound of the breeze and faint cicada chirping. Yan Sijue kept holding her hand, walking forward in silence.
Mu Yiliang initially found it strange why this man didn't speak much. Then she recalled that this was always his demeanor, making it unsurprising.
"I've never been to Xiang Mountain before, just heard others say the scenery is beautiful." Silence often feels oppressive, so Mu Yiliang made an effort to find a topic.
