"It seems like there are more people around noon."
Zhou Li saw figures moving on the opposite mountain—they had to be people. He also heard voices coming from the woods to his left.
The sunlight filtered through the mist and scattered across the Peach Blossom Forest, adding a lovely charm to the spring scenery—it was the perfect time for an outing. It made sense; the pandemic had been going on for over a month, and everyone must have been going stir-crazy.
Brother Nan walked to the very front, her cowlick sticking up. Without turning her head, she said, "Everyone probably comes out to play around noon or in the afternoon. Only someone with a problem in their head would come early in the morning. Never mind the cold, the dew hasn't even dried yet."
Zhu Shuang and Zhu Bing looked at each other, not daring to make a sound.
Zhou Li, however, pondered for a moment before speaking up, "Are you insulting yourself?"
