Morning, five-thirty.
Border.
The sky is slightly bright, yet the jungle remains shrouded in darkness, silent except for the chirping of insects and birds, with no sign of human presence. This vast land is far from the city's hustle and bustle, leaving only the sounds of nature.
Mo Shangjun parted the branches ahead and stepped out from the jungle that obscured the view, arriving at the bare cliff.
This is the highest cliff nearby.
GPS indicates this coordinate as the place to find Chen Lu.
The view brightened a bit, and Mo Shangjun witnessed the continuous mountains, overlapping ridges, with a thin mist veiling the morning air, surrounding her, cold and achy.
Mo Shangjun shook the flashlight in her hand, which had nearly depleted battery life and now went completely dark.
She didn't replace the batteries, instead, took a deep breath, feeling the mist being consumed, chilling her, with a cold wind, wantonly stealing the warmth from her body.
