In the shadowy forest, gray mist pervaded.
A long-haired figure wrapped in a black cloak quietly moved through the woods.
She was filthy all over, the cloak and the clothes beneath coated in thick black slime.
Her black hair was a tangled mess down her back, the untrimmed fringe covering most of her face.
Snap.
Snap.
After a few steps, she suddenly paused, spotting a cluster of brown mushrooms at the base of a withered tree.
With a burst of speed, she rushed over, crouched down, and carefully plucked the mushrooms one by one, placing them into a cloth bag hidden under her cloak.
The bag looked filthy, specks of dried black mud clinging to it, making its original color unrecognizable.
After filling the bag with all the mushrooms, the figure slowly stood up, looked around, and then cautiously continued onward.
"Shanshan...."
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind her.
