A figure swiftly weaved through the mountain forest, and soon arrived under a large tree where, using both hands and feet, they climbed up to a branch more than three meters above the ground like a civet.
"Sister Qingmei, I didn't scare you, did I?"
Seeing that Liu Qingmei was still sitting on the branch unharmed, Qin Hai's heart finally settled back down.
But as he was untying the vines from Liu Qingmei, he was surprised to see a glint of moisture at the corner of her eyes.
"Sister Qingmei, have you been crying?" Qin Hai was taken aback, then reproached himself, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you here alone, you must have been terrified."
Liu Qingmei wiped her eyes, squeezing out a faint smile, "It's nothing; the wind just made my eyes water. Is everything okay now? Where are those people?"
In fact, it was the intense longing for Barbaric Bull that made her cry, and the tear stains on her face were not yet dry.