An Xuan and Zhang Ya were like walking corpses, brimming with resentment so intense it almost surpassed that of vengeful ghosts. Due to the large temperature difference between day and night on the mountain, they both had put on down jackets sold at the hot spring resort, wrapping Feng Mumu and Feng Chaoyang so tightly that they resembled snowmen.
Not long after leaving the hot spring, they encountered the mountain path. Fortunately, the path had been maintained and consisted entirely of steps, though it was quite dark around them due to the lack of lighting. An Lan held Feng Mumu's hand with one of hers and lifted a flashlight with the other, beginning the laborious ascent.
Climbing the steps was even more exhausting. She had thought they would be the only ones climbing the mountain, but to her surprise, twenty minutes later, An Lan bumped into a group of three men and two women, all of whom appeared quite young, like university students.