Back in the village, Zhao Tiezhu heard the news and put down his work, wanting to go help.
Aunt Zhao stopped him.
"Leng Yuan will be fine up on the mountain. If he really needed help, he'd ask for it. Since he didn't, it means he doesn't need any."
Aunt Zhao knew Leng Yuan's personality quite well. He would never take Gu Jiaojiao's safety lightly.
Zhao Tiezhu thought his mother had a point, so he didn't insist. Still, he went to the foot of the mountain to wait.
When Xu Chongshan heard the news, he also went to the foot of the mountain.
That way, he could lend a hand if anything happened.
「On the mountain.」
Leng Yuan followed the footprints up the mountain, flashlight in hand.
He saw the herbs she had picked along the way, which gave him some clues. Following the trail of harvested plants, he ventured deeper into the woods.
As he looked into the depths of the forest, his expression grew increasingly grim.
His pace quickened.
