The mountain peaks were steep, half-hidden by the surrounding woods.
White mountain mist drifted halfway up the slopes, and the forest had already been tinged with the colors of autumn.
Ye Chutang carried Xiao Wu as she stepped out of the carriage and gazed silently ahead.
This was the first time she had come to this place in three years.
She had imagined this day many times before, but now that the moment had truly arrived, her heart was surprisingly calm.
Xiao Wu silently tightened her grip on her sister's hand, her eyes pure and innocent.
She had no memory of their father and mother, and her impression of their older brother was limited to what her sister occasionally mentioned.
But she knew they were her sister's closest family, and thus, her own.
Ye Chutang ascended the mountain path, her steps light yet firm. Xiao Wu followed closely behind.
At one point, Ye Chutang offered to carry her up, but Xiao Wu refused.
