Spare Yourself More Than Ten Years of Hard Work

Gu Nianzhi advised from the side, "Cousin Xie, if it really hurts, don't hold on. I know the pain of a sprained ankle. It's like walking on a knife's edge."

Xie Qingying was embarrassed. If she continued to shirk, it would seem like she was being pretentious.

She nodded at Gu Nianzhi and said, "Thank you, Nianzhi. I won't stand on ceremony then."

She gently leaned against He Zhichu's broad shoulders, narrow waist, and triangular back.

As she clung onto He Zhichu's stiff shoulders, Xie Qingying thought to herself, she didn't expect He Zhichu to have such a muscular body even though he looked skinny...

She blushed slightly and rested her head on He Zhichu's neck. He carried her all the way to the door of Xiangxuehai.

Gu Nianzhi followed beside He Zhichu and Xie Qingying. She supported Xie Qingying as she looked around curiously.

No wonder this place was called "Xiangxuehai"-- it was written on a large stone beside the entrance.