"Come on, a height isn’t going to affect me," Shi Lingyan looked at Shi Mei. "Or do you think I can’t handle it?"
His gaze fell on Shi Mei.
Facing his gaze, Shi Mei surprisingly felt a bit embarrassed. "What does it have to do with me? I didn’t say anything."
Shi Lingyan curved his lips slightly and tapped her head. "Then let’s go."
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Shi Mei’s heart suddenly felt a bit sour.
What did he mean by this? He had called her a few days ago, and now he had traveled all the way from Yan City to Imperial City. He clearly hadn’t fully recovered yet, and now he was even joining their outdoor activity.
She couldn’t believe he wasn’t here for her.
But he didn’t know that she was Senior Sister; he only knew her as the little junior sister who had recovered back to normal. Yet he could look at her with such intense depth in his eyes, filled with inscrutable love. Combined with his unintentional, yet consistent, intimate gestures, it was hard not to be emotionally stirred.
He had never looked at her before.
When he looked at the little fool, there was always a sense of helplessness, as if he would indulge her no matter what she did.
But she knew that Shi Lingyan only saw her as a child, as a little sister.
Now, it wasn’t like that.
Did he fall deeply in love with the little junior sister because of the recent near-death experience?
Or was it that he had simply grown accustomed to looking at everyone with that same gaze?
Shi Mei’s heart felt chaotic, her gaze instinctively raising to meet Shi Lingyan’s once more.
Shi Lingyan was right beside her, lost in thought. It seemed when their eyes met, he looked over as well.
Shi Mei quickly diverted her gaze, appearing focused, ready to spring into action at any moment.
Everyone began the climb.
The steps of the Great Wall were uneven.
The rocky steps were sometimes big, sometimes small; sometimes high, sometimes low; sometimes wide, sometimes narrow; climbing them took much more effort than ordinary steps.
Among the group, it was unexpected that Shi Lingyan, who hadn’t completely recovered, and Gao Lian were nearly matched in strength.
The two men led the way, their breathing rates and strides remarkably similar.
Ye Tiao followed closely behind, Shi Mei slightly behind, and the weakest turned out to be Tang Jingming.
Tang Jingming was not much of an athlete and had already become nearly immobile after a few signal towers.
He gasped and cried out, "I can’t do it anymore, I just can’t. I need to rest."
Saying this, he promptly sat down on the stone steps, took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, and gulped down half of it.
Shi Mei, feeling tired herself, approached him, "Give me my water."
Tang Jingming handed her the sports drink, "Let’s rest for a bit."
Shi Mei looked at him. "Can you really not stand up?"
"Useless," Shi Mei said with a look of disdain, "If your dad knew, he’d give you a whipping."
Tang Jingming chuckled, "But he doesn’t know, does he? And it’s not like I go back many times a year anyway."
Shi Mei’s look of disdain deepened.
After resting for a while, Shi Mei stood up and tapped him, "Get up."
"Alright," Tang Jingming managed to stand up, but after staggering past two more signal towers, he called it quits, "Let’s go back down."
"Weren’t you here to train? Buck up!" Shi Mei grabbed his arm, "Let’s go!"
Tang Jingming continued to moan, "I don’t want to!!!"