After day had fully broken, the white miasma dispersed.
The Taihang Mountains remained a lush succession of overlapping peaks.
The air was as fresh as if it had rained, refreshing the heart with every breath. Mountain breezes swept past, seeming to dispel all gloom and sorrow, and the once deathly silent village showed a trace of life.
Once the cameras were off, everyone gathered around Lu Yanting, anxiously talking over one another.
"Is Jian Ran okay?"
"How is Jian Ran?"
"Could Jian Ran be in danger?"
"Jian Ran..."
At some point, everyone's attitude toward Jian Ran had changed dramatically.
From disgust to surprise to reverence, he had now become a godlike presence.
How could a god pass out?!
How could he possibly pass out?!
Hurry up and get back up, then say elegantly, "Fuck, who recorded that? Delete it!"
Lu Yanting swept a cold gaze around them, an intimidating chill radiating from him. "Stay away, and he won't be in danger."
"Move!"
His voice suddenly sharpened on that last word. Everyone shuddered and hurriedly cleared a path.
Yu Fengyi and Ji Yuanming stood shoulder to shoulder. After a night of "fleeing for their lives," neither looked well, their faces so pale they seemed on the verge of collapse.
Yet their eyes followed Lu Yanting as he moved, fixed on the unconscious man in his arms.
A trace of regret rose in both their hearts.
If they had treated Jian Ran a little better back then, perhaps they could have been the one holding him now.
Was there still a chance to salvage things?
Jian Ran's feelings for me run so deep that he can't pull himself free.
If I change my attitude just a little, he'll come back, won't he?
Yu Fengyi and Ji Yuanming turned in perfect unison, watching