"Fu Huaizhi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
"No."
"Then you..."
"Go put the flag up."
Digging out the orange flag from the bag, Fu Huaizhi looked deeply at Wen Yiru, "Congratulations, you did it!"
The flag in her hand suddenly felt scorching.
Wen Yiru knew that Fu Huaizhi wasn't congratulating her on reaching the summit.
If not for the drone overhead, she knew Fu Huaizhi would've made it clearer: Wen Yiru, congratulations on getting what you wished for. You've proved your love for Fu Huaian, and I got to witness it!
Once they descend Wufeng Mountain, he might ask to break off the engagement, right?
Her heart felt sour and bitter, countless words wanted to spill out but were never spoken.
Wen Yiru turned and climbed to the hilltop, placed the orange flag together with two other flags, and pressed the original stones over them.
The summit had only lone rocks, not even a single tree.
Even though the sun was already dim, it still burned her skin hot.
