Going down the mountain was pure suffering. The aftermath of climbing up hit her; her calves were trembling. If the path was smooth, going downhill would be bearable, but it was full of potholes and sharp stones. With her calves shaking on such a road and the downhill momentum adding to it, it was so uncomfortable it could make a ghost cry.
It turns out she really lacked experience.
Among the three, only Lv Yan, born and raised here, walked as if it were flat ground. An Jian, who exercised every day, felt unsettled and tied two sacks of old hens from his own basket onto Lv Yan's basket head.
Lv Yan: "..." He had no human rights, huh!
Although he was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to resist because it would be useless; this person looked like a rascal.
