C741 Your words make sense

Yue Zhonghai knew what Zhang Qingyu wanted to do the most since she was in a hurry to enter the mountain. That was to find a wild persimmon after a heavy snowstorm. The wild persimmon at the top of the tree no longer tasted sour. Only the pure sweetness and crispness of the taste was not something that could be artificially processed.

The way to the mountain was covered with snow