An Bai was trained from a young age; he often went to exercise, but the mountain roads were steep and rugged, making travel difficult. Having just been washed by heavy rain, they were muddy and slippery, yet Anjue, who usually loved cleanliness, was uncharacteristically indifferent, his pants and clothes stained with rain and mud.
Even someone like An Bai, who was used to exercise, found it challenging to cope, but Anjue didn't complain at all.
If Rose weren't truly important to him, would he be willing to endure such hardship?
It really was a small mountain village, inhabited by impoverished people living in the mountains—simple, austere. The village had only about twenty households, and ten miles further there was another connected small village, also just twenty households, barely totaling over a hundred people. Most were the elderly and children; the young men and women had left to work elsewhere.
