The clothes on his body were no longer wearable, so Wen Ran gave him a change of clean clothes and asked him to change his mud-stained shoes as well. While she combed his hair, he obediently fastened his belt himself.
Once everything was tidied up, Wen Ran pulled him up to stand, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles on the hem of his clothes, then hugged him, breathing in the clean scent from his body, and lifted her face to smile, saying, "Shall we go down the mountain?"
"Mm." He nodded, his gaze never leaving her for a moment, a strand of hair falling to his chest, even the curve of that strand was adorably gentle.
Wen Ran took his hand, which was quickly clasped in return.
They slowly walked along the mountain path, a seldom-traveled road that was not smooth, but because they were together, they walked steadily.
Along the way, to lift his spirits, Wen Ran began a relentless chatter.
"Shen Jiaojiao, do you see that little flower? Isn't it pretty?"
