In the early morning, the mountains are enshrouded in a light mist, gently covering the winding path like a soft veil. Sunlight scatters through the sparse clouds, dappling the moist ground with a warm hue, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet trail.
At this serene and refreshing moment, a refined and lively scent of grass quietly spreads, as if nature's most delicate brushstrokes were lightly outlining this landscape painting.
This fragrance, both fresh and slightly sweet, doesn't assault the senses like flowers do, but possesses a unique charm that delights the mind and invigorates the spirit. It stealthily permeates the air and sways with the breeze, at times seeming to caress one's cheeks, at times like whispers from distant mountains, compelling one to slow their pace, take a deep breath, and try to capture this purity and vitality within their chest.
The thought of what's going to happen next makes Zhou Li want to laugh.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
