Time is like sand slipping through fingers, and like a breeze through a hall, slipping away through the cracks of strict defenses.
The Ice-breaking Festival has arrived.
Xie Qingci's hometown is not in Hai City; it's an ancient town with beautiful mountains and rivers, rich in cultural heritage.
Surrounding the city are undulating mountains, though not very steep. When the mountain soil thaws and flowers and grass start sensing spring, many people drive over to hike, camp, and pick some fresh wild vegetables to take back home. It's said to be their custom's complete process.
Yu Xia found it quite interesting, and went over with Xie Qingci two days in advance.
But "two days in advance" already hinted at the complexity of the matter.
Xie Qingci was just too cunning.
