The film set was in the deep mountains.
The mountain roads were narrow and full of bends.
There were many winding mountain paths, always requiring caution around the turns.
A moment of inattention could send a car with its passengers plunging down the hundred-meter cliff.
Su Junling was extremely tense.
He stared into the darkness ahead.
Even in the dead of night, the sky was not purely black, and the contours of distant mountains were faintly visible.
The ancient mountains stood there, immovable, making him seem insignificant and pitiful.
A surge of anger roamed his chest, driving him to the brink of madness.
Su Junling hit the brakes and threw open the car door.
He stood alone in the biting cold wind.
The chill gradually numbed his limbs and blood.
The car's engine had shut off automatically after being idle for some time.
There was no moon tonight, just a few stars.
Darkness surrounded him on all sides.
