Ye Anqi lay on his back, trying to look comfortable…
But the moment she closed her eyes, she felt as if her soul were about to leave her body.
A sudden panic surged in her heart.
Ye Anqi instinctively tightened her hold around Ya Shitian's neck.
"What's wrong?" The man stopped walking and gently asked, turning his head.
Ye Anqi opened her eyes, "It's nothing. Ya Shitian, aren't you tired? Put me down."
"I'm fine, you rest," he continued walking forward.
It was apparent that this mountain path had been artificially carved, and despite its ruggedness, there were steps.
Ya Shitian walked very steadily, giving Ye Anqi great comfort.
He seemed tireless, walking non-stop.
After about another half hour, they finally reached their destination.
It was a large clearing on the mountain.
In the center of the clearing, a villa was constructed, and many trees were planted around it.
Ye Anqi couldn't recognize what kind of trees these were for a moment.
