Shujun was lost in thought, when a rustling sound came from behind.
"Who!?"
He looked back, and soon saw the uneven snow surface shaking, and not long after, a man was getting up rubbing his neck.
Shujun: "???"
By this time, dusk had already fallen, but it was still possible to make out the silhouette of this man.
This man, tall and lean like a pine or cypress, his appearance was strikingly outstanding. He seemed a bit dazed, looking dazedly towards Shujun, suddenly revealing a dreamlike expression: "Liang Sanlang, Shujun??"
Shaking off the snow that covered him, this man had dark skin and looked somewhat unfamiliar, but his silhouette seemed familiar.
He carefully examined the man's features, then said: "...Xiao Qingyao??"
He called out the other person's name, still feeling a bit incredulous.
Xiao Qingyao also laughed, "Didn't expect I was knocked out by robbers, abandoned here, and upon waking, I met an old acquaintance."
