Blue skies, white clouds, snow mountains—a painting-like scenery unfolds.
This scene, rarely witnessed by urban dwellers except in visual media, truly exists in some corner of the Earth.
Liu Qi stands under this blue sky, his steady breathing influencing the air around him.
Three months of trekking have brought significant changes to his condition; living in the elements hasn't treated his skin kindly, and his already long hair is now a chaotic mass.
His windbreaker is covered in various scrapes and tears, yet simply standing there, he exudes a sense of tranquility that one can't help but feel.
At this moment, his legs are slightly apart, arms naturally hanging down; he seems to become one with his surroundings, like the rocks and the pines, even perceptive birds land nearby without caution.
But as a breeze passes, his still body suddenly springs into action.
