Adventurous One

In the dark, misty forest,

a figure with long hair, cloaked in black, quietly walked through the forest floor.

She was filthy, her cloak and clothes beneath covered in thick black mud.

Her black hair hung in a disheveled mess behind her, the long-untrimmed bangs obscuring most of her face.

Thud.

Thud.

After a few steps, she suddenly paused, spotting a clump of brown mushrooms at the base of a dead tree.

She dashed over, squatted down, and carefully plucked the mushrooms one by one, placing them into a cloth bag beneath her cloak.

The cloth bag looked very dirty, caked with dried black mud clumps, its original color indiscernible.

After packing all the mushrooms, the figure slowly stood up, looked around, and continued on her way with careful steps.

"Shanshan...."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind her.

She abruptly paused, stood still, and did not turn around but strained her neck slightly backward.