After seeing Xiao Jingran and Zhou Wenzhi's group in the distance, Shen Yaojin excused herself.
"Yuxi, since your people have come, I will be going now." Shen Yaojin got up and dusted herself off, taking one firewood and put it on the fire.
The fire latched on to the firewood, burning it slowly. Shen Yaojin was using it like a torch.
"Sister Yaojin!" Xiao Yuxi hurriedly chased after her, grabbing her hand. "Where do you live? I want to repay you for your help!"
Shen Yaojin merely shook her head, not replying. Xiao Yuxi pursed her lips, disappointed. "Will we meet again?"
Judging from the way Shen Yaojin had expertly lit the fire by rubbing some dry firewood together, she concluded that the older girl had frequented this place.
She had the skills of surviving in the forest area.
"I don't know." Shen Yaojin shook her head. She couldn't resist reaching out for Xiao Yuxi's hair, which was all messy but still felt soft to touch.
