At exactly eight o'clock, all the campers began roll call and boarded the buses.
The bus pulled away from the hotel and headed toward Yigao.
Gao Yuyue kept turning her head to study Shen You'an, who was sitting beside her.
The morning sunlight pierced through the bus window, transforming into dappled patches of light and shadow with the bus's movement.
Sitting amidst it all, the girl's appearance, though her face was thoroughly concealed by a brimmed hat, mask, and glasses, still shone like a celestial pearl washed clean of dust—radiant and otherworldly, a beauty without equal.
Gao Yuyue murmured, "Shen You'an, are you secretly practicing some kind of forbidden martial arts? Like in wuxia novels, absorbing yin energy to nourish yang, and now you're just getting prettier and prettier?"
Last night Shen You'an had been running a high fever, and by this morning, she was bouncing around full of life. This felt a bit eerie.
