The ancient-style suspension bridge was indeed picturesque, but it could only accommodate one person at a time.
The approximately ten-meter-long bridge hung between two protruding medicinal fields, about four or five meters above the ground.
Xia Yinian's gaze was constantly drawn to the seedlings in the surrounding fields, utterly oblivious to the situation on the opposite side.
By the time she realized what was happening, she and Xia Chuxue had already encountered each other on the bridge.
"Nian Nian." Xia Chuxue also "just realized" it, with a face full of unexpected expression.
Xia Yinian glanced at Xia Chuxue, then lowered her head to check the wooden planks beneath her feet.
"Nian Nian, could you step back? You know your older sister has never learned the meaning of 'giving way,' I'm sorry?"
Xia Chuxue tried to lower her voice. Her words could only be heard by the two of them on the bridge.
