"Alright." Ye Qing strode to catch up.
Vine extended its tendrils, like a floral navigator, directing Jiang Yan forward, relying on the memory of the path previously taken.
The wind and snow "whooshed" in their faces as they trudged head-on through the storm, also wary of the cracks in the ground, neither of them speaking anymore, focusing on hastening their pace.
Ye Qing glanced at Jiang Yan, hesitating to speak.
In the vast snowy wilderness, without a functional compass, it is actually very difficult to walk in a straight line as one intends.
But Jiang Yan seemed to be guided by a navigator, not stopping to check directions at all, continuing to move steadily forward with her head down.
He looked at the backpack on her shoulders and ultimately suppressed the urge to help carry it.
On one hand, there was trust in Jiang Yan's physical strength; on the other, he knew well the importance of a backpack filled with supplies in such a remote wilderness.
