Song Xiaojing's group of over ten people strolled leisurely up the mountain, treating it as a casual outing.
The night view atop Little Qing Mountain had its own unique charm. It was early autumn, with a cool evening breeze blowing, and the group of young people joked and laughed, playfully chasing one another. Such unrestrained youthfulness was truly a sight to behold.
At the very back of the group, Shen You'an strolled slowly. Gao Yuyue called from the front, "Shen You'an, are you a turtle or what? Can't you walk any faster?"
The group simultaneously turned back to look at Shen You'an.
Although several hours had passed, everyone was still gradually acclimating to Shen You'an's current appearance. Yet every glance couldn't help but stir another wave of astonishment.
Forget about her looks—her stature and aura alone could easily rival, if not surpass, those of the campus belle Qin Xiangge.
