It's the back mountain.
The forest undulates endlessly.
A mountain spring concealed within a lush forest, cascading waterfalls, thousands of water droplets weaving into a curtain, the sound of water from the valley bottom vibrates vigorously, and mist spirals upwards.
Ahead in the distance, the mountains, rivers, trees, and boulders nestle together. The air is filled with the rich fragrance of flowers and the scent of soil.
Although not grand or imposing, the place has an ethereal and tranquil charm. Walking along the stream, barefoot stepping on the stones, the gentle water gliding across your ankles is like cool autumn waters infiltrating your heart, refreshing your soul. It just makes you relax.
Zhao Shiran lifts her skirt corner with her hands, her white feet stepping on the stream water, pacing and following behind Lu Bei.
