After leaving the holiday mountain resort, Lin Fan and Zhou Ling'er strolled slowly along the mountain path.
At this moment, with autumn upon Eight Public Mountain, the winding mountain road was paved with asphalt. On either side, robust maple trees were planted, and as the cold autumn wind blew, the maple leaves danced in the air.
The two walked side by side along the road, meandering aimlessly towards the top of the mountain.
"Lin Fan, where have you been for the past month?"
It was Zhou Ling'er who broke the silence first, her lashes fluttering beneath her beautiful eyes.
"I haven't really gone anywhere, just staying on the top of Eight Public Mountain," Lin Fan replied, pointing to the peak not far away.
Just then.
In the direction of the mountaintop, the sea of clouds was rolling, and with a fleeting glimpse, one could occasionally see the corner of a villa's roof through the mist, like the abode of an immortal.
