When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the washed-clean peach. No wonder she kept smelling the scent of that fruit. She had taken it out the previous night and put it in Lu Xingzhi's coat pocket. She did not know when he had put it back by her pillow.
Perhaps he knew that she did not like it and kept it for her.
Or was it for her to smell?
Jiang Yao grinned, touched the fruit, and tossed it into the distance. She got out of the tent and went outside to wash up by the lake. She had intended to wait for Lu Xingzhi to assist her in taking a bath the previous day, but the water temperature in the pond was simply too cold for her at midnight. So Jiang Yao pondered it and gave up. It was better to suffer a little longer than to become ill in the mountains.