Xiao Lu had only followed the village chief once before, relying solely on a vague memory in her mind to navigate forward. In the mountains, cell phones were practically useless; the only way she could communicate with her school was the signal flare in her backpack.
It was a type of flare used in wilderness survival. Initially, Tang Xing had thought it novel, something she had only seen on television, never expecting to experience it in real life.
Seeing her enthusiastic, the village chief had once laughed and said, "If possible, I hope you never have to light it."
Because whenever a pale blue firework shot up in the mountains, it meant someone was in distress and danger.
Tang Xing clutched the signal flare and lighter tightly and took a deep breath, not hesitating to ignite it.
In the presence of nature, humans were always pitifully insignificant. She was still young and couldn't afford to be reckless—safety was paramount.
