In the depths of an unknown mountain range, Yang Ye was lying on a huge smooth rock with his eyes closed. He’d fallen unconscious. A dense forest was on his left, and a lake was on his right. There was a waterfall at the end of the lake. Water was pouring down the mountain peak into the lake, causing water to spray incessantly towards the surroundings.

Qian Lankong was by Yang Ye’s side. At this moment, her gaze was on him.

As she gazed at him, Qian Lankong’s face was ...