Not only were the mountains beautiful, but the sky here was particularly blue, reflecting on the lake's surface, a brilliant azure, incredibly picturesque.
In the blink of an eye, the two crossed the bridge, ahead lay a stretch of flat road, but in the distance, there was a section called One-Line Sky, where two mountains were so close they nearly touched, leaving only a slit in between, making the sky seem like a mere line from afar.
Chen Tianlong unintentionally glanced at it, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, a sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time, merely a warning of danger. So, he hurriedly pulled Tan Xianglan to a stop, preventing her from continuing.
"Chen Tianlong, what's wrong, are you feeling unwell?" Tan Xianglan looked at Chen Tianlong, as he held her with one hand and clutched his chest with the other, and asked with some confusion.
