It turned out to be a decent workout and, against all expectations, a rather fun experience. If nothing else, this would come in handy one day when she inevitably landed a role that required some farming experience.
However, unlike An Ning, the rest of the cast did not feel the same way.
Jiang Shuyue looked as though she had personally been betrayed by nature. Every step she took was followed by a soft gasp, a stiff smile and the unmistakable expression of someone silently plotting revenge on mud as a concept.
Shen Xiyu had adopted the dead-eyed stare of a man reconsidering his entire life path. If someone told him this was karma, he would accept it without argument.
Sun Qiaolian kept her gentle smile in place, but it flickered every time mud splashed higher than her ankles. Her soul had clearly checked out an hour ago and was hovering overhead, silently weeping.
