After receiving the message, Aiden Yang took Yuan Yao out of the courtyard.
He was not in a hurry and walked slowly up the mountain path. Sometimes it was steep and sometimes it was flat. He could feel the ups and downs of the entire mountain.
Yuan Yao deliberately stepped on the fallen leaves beside the stone road, causing them to crackle.
Trickles of water flowed through cracks in the rocks into ditches, ferns grew in the moist corners of the mountain walls, and some vines climbed and entwined the rocks, producing trumpet-shaped pink flowers, with butterflies and bees flying around them.
Take a deep breath of the fresh and pleasant air, which has a mixed smell of moist water vapor, soil, green leaves and flowers.
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