It was noon with the warm sun hanging high, yet the mountain felt chillingly cold, and for a moment it seemed the only sound was the whisper of the pine woods.
A mountain breeze swept through, as if to scatter the last traces of color from one's face.
Jiang Jinsang, naturally pale, clenched his lips tightly, his lips pale to the extreme, making him seem unapproachable to strangers.
"Did we possibly take a different path from Jiang Cuo and miss them?" Fan Mingyu also felt this possibility was too small, speaking with little confidence.
Moreover, after exiting the mountain, transportation was not well-developed here; not even public buses took these routes, and hailing a taxi was even harder.
If Tang Wan was without a car and relying on walking, it would be impossible for nobody to have seen her.
"Are you sure you didn't encounter her?" Jiang Jinsang asked Jiang Jiu again.
Jiang Jiu nodded, she couldn't possibly speak nonsense about such a matter.
