September 30, morning.
Cangling Town.
In the distance, the green mountains blurred into layers. Nearby were golden wheat fields, and ahead, a cluster of houses appeared with white walls and blue tiles. It was unclear whether it was morning mist or cooking smoke lingering over the town, making the scene picturesque.
The two should have hurried on, but they couldn't help slowing down.
Brother Nan looked back at Zhou Li, her face completely covered by the magic headscarf and goggles.
Yet Zhou Li understood her intention.
He also stretched his neck to look around.
The place was indeed breathtaking.
Suddenly, Brother Nan pointed ahead. Zhou Li followed her gaze to see a group of cyclists coming toward them, covered in dust from their journey.
The two parties gradually neared each other.
The other group straightened up to size them up, slowed down, and greeted them in the customary way of cyclists. Brother Nan responded in kind.
