In the forest by the official road, a shadow flashed by.
Even if passing travelers noticed, they would only think it was a trick of the eye.
Because the speed was simply too fast.
After rushing for over two hours, Zhao Ya finally slowed down and stopped by a small river.
"Let's get down and move around a bit." Saying that, Zhao Ya lifted the cloak.
Then Zui'Er, who was lying on his back, peeked around with big curious eyes.
It turned out that since leaving the city, Zhao Ya had been carrying Zui'Er on his journey.
"Ya, where are we now?"
"We're over a hundred miles from the city," Zhao Ya replied.
Zui'Er jumped off Zhao Ya, freshened up, and hesitantly said,
"Ya, how about I run with you later? Otherwise, making you always carry me like this makes me feel really bad."
"What's there to feel bad about?" Zhao Ya laughed.
"I feel like a burden, and you must be really tired carrying me like this," Zui'Er said softly.
