In the winter afternoon, the sun lazily spilled into the valley, thin patches of snow covering the withered branches and fallen leaves, with occasional glimmers of light gently dancing through.
A cold wind lightly swept through, carrying waves of dry chill, accompanied by the refreshing scent of pine.
Han Lei drove the emergency vehicle along the mountain road, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror at Zhao Zun sitting in the passenger seat beside her. He wore a constant somber expression, saying nothing, leaving her puzzled about what was on his mind.
The vehicle stopped in a large open area, and Han Lei jumped out, her mind replaying the scene from the day they traveled through time, as she examined the surroundings.
Zhao Zun did not disturb her but instead got out and walked silently to the side of a pine tree, quietly watching her bright and lively figure.
