Wen Jianan supported Ningwan as they searched for a cave.
The girl's leg was also injured, making walking inconvenient, and she put all her weight on him. Clearly, he should have been very tired, yet he felt more nervous than tired.
Was it the mountain's scents, or the fragrance coming from the girl?
He could always catch a vague, indescribable scent, somewhat like the smell of mimosa flowers.
"What are you doing?"
Ningwan glanced sideways, noticing Wen Jianan leaning closer to her, almost touching her hair, and frowned as she asked.
Wen Jianan had unconsciously moved closer to Ningwan, wanting to get a clearer whiff of that fragrance, to truly determine if it was coming from her.
Suddenly, her voice startled him, causing him to back away nervously.
He even forgot he was supporting her and involuntarily let go of his hold.
Ningwan quickly grabbed a nearby tree to steady herself, nearly falling down as he suddenly released her.
