Halfway up the mountain, at the large disc square, everyone stopped to rest.
Yang Sheng and Jiang Ning were full of energy, not needing a break, but Aunt Tao, who was with Tang Fu, was forty, after all, and needed to take a rest in the middle of the hike.
The center of the round disc square was a flower bed, planted with many flowers, and there was a wishing tree, with many red wooden plaques hanging on its branches.
Some tourists bought wooden plaques and wrote and drew on them.
Tang Fu didn't join the bustle; she ran to the faucet and washed her face.
She wiped her face with a tissue and then ran over to Yang Sheng. After being rinsed with clear water, her cheeks became delicate and smooth, the eastern light falling on her face, casting fine shadows on both sides of her nose, making her features more three-dimensional.
"Yang Sheng, aren't you going to wash your face? The spring water feels really nice, cool!" Tang Fu said excitedly.
