After breakfast, it was time to head down the mountain.
The grass mat was burned to ashes and buried in the soil.
Other garbage was packed and stuffed into backpacks.
When the group turned to leave, the creekside looked as clean as if no one had ever lingered there.
Accompanied by laughter and chatter, the group descended, and the bullet screen suddenly became urgent.
"It won't just end once we get down the mountain, will it? Won't it, won't it?"
"Please don't... I'm writing in blood for a time extension!"
"@Cute Kids Battle, it's Sunday, and it hasn't even reached noon yet. Won't your conscience hurt?"
"@Lanxing Director Jia Lintao, don't be so cruel, okay?"
However, no one responded.
They walked and stopped, while the female guests picked wildflowers and wove them into wreaths.
The cute kids collected stones and sat in net hammocks when they got tired.
