The distant mountain ranges stretched on, undulating endlessly.
Among the valleys, yaks, Tibetan donkeys, and Tibetan sheep formed herds near and far.
Since the terrain here was much more gentle, Wen Xian found herself feeling less discomfort and instead became deeply immersed in the scenery outside the car window, each sight as beautiful as a painting.
She only felt that coming here, whether one would encounter a Western region like Heaven or Hell, all depended on personal luck.
The two were in the car, with Lu Xiao driving in silence, and Wen Xian, still somewhat weak, spoke much less, often gazing out of the car window in a trance.
Lu Xiao's gaze occasionally fell on the rearview mirror inside the car, seemingly focused on something.
Wen Xian leaned against the car window, the warm noon breeze gently fluttering the hair on her forehead.
