At the foot of the mountain.
Forsythia Brown was still in deep sleep.
She woke up once at five in the morning, feeling unsteady and wrapped in a familiar atmosphere. It was no longer the kind that required her to be constantly alert and on guard. This atmosphere made her feel at ease, so she fell back into a drowsy sleep, which lasted until seven o'clock.
When she woke up, the rain had stopped and a red sun was already in the sky.
She rubbed her eyes, sat up, and a windbreaker slid off her body.
She grabbed the windbreaker and placed it aside, looking out the window.
There were mountains and water, and in the distance, there were stone steps leading up the mountain.
Ah, they had arrived at the foot of the Buddha Light Temple mountain.
The assistant was stretching his legs and arms by the car, probably to limber up.
