May Day, indeed, turned out to be a great day for weather.
The sun was bright, and the azure sky had fluffy white clouds drifting across.
The car window was open, the temperature outside was just right, and the intoxicating spring breeze greeted us head-on.
Ten miles of spring breeze, ten miles of clouds.
One glance at the scenery outside the car, and it seemed as if one's whole being could float away.
Xiao Wen and Chu Chengfeng were chatting.
Gu Qiaoqiao and Ling Nan each tilted their heads, looking out the window.
Leaving the concrete road, they drove along a wide Yellow Sand Road heading into the mountains.
Gu Qiaoqiao remembered something and asked Chu Chengfeng, who was driving in front, "How much longer until we arrive?"
"About an hour and a half," Chu Chengfeng replied loudly, then sighed, "Ah, if only Ah Ze could come back..."
