While walking on the mountain road, they broke out in a heavy sweat, but as soon as they stopped, the cool breeze sweeping over the mountaintop penetrated everywhere, instantly turning their limbs and spines ice-cold.
Breaking free from Glenn Hutchinson's grasp, Flossie Wright raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead corner, and raised her eyes to look down the mountain.
Below lay a desolate valley, and on the surrounding cliff slopes, dense trees grew, all now covered by a vast expanse of snow.
Between heaven and earth, only the sky's gray and the ground's white prevailed, the two colors merging into a magnificent scene, stirring an indescribable sense of grandeur in one's heart.
"Continue?"
With her hands in her pockets, Flossie Wright looked around with a slightly relaxed tone in her voice.
The environment can affect one's mood.
The majestic scenery, the pure nature, the fresh air—Flossie Wright didn't bother about anything else.
"No need,"
