Feng Qing looked at the desolate mountains and forests before her, feeling as if a veil of darkness lay ahead.
She had thought that upon reaching shore, there would be hot soup, warm water, and clothes to wear, but now there was nothing, and she was both hungry and tired, unwilling to move.
Feng Qing turned resentfully to Rong Ling: "Prince, didn't you arrange a backup plan? Why is there no one here? What should we do now?"
Rong Ling glanced at Feng Qing, his long and deep phoenix eyes briefly revealing a hint of darkness, his lips slowly curling into a smile.
The reason he and Feng Qing ended up here was due to his intentional actions.
Rong Ling gestured to Feng Qing as he thought: "Qing Qing, come here, this prince will help dry your clothes."
To him, Feng Qing in her wet clothes was a test, he dared not look too much, fearing he'd lose control if he did.
