In the heat of a summer afternoon, amidst the dense forest and mountainous terrain, the incessant sound of cicadas filled the air.
Despite being sheltered by the shade of the trees, the air was beginning to feel stuffy and hot, lacking the earlier spring-like freshness.
Sisi had changed out of her formal court attire and slipped back into her little demoness ensemble that bared her waist and feet, leading Zhao Changhe through the forest with a swaying grace.
Zhao Changhe followed close behind, silently watching her slender waist and delicate feet.
