Zhao Rong led Qing Jun through a bamboo forest and into the deep mountain woods, his steps unceasing.
The two walked in silence, one after the other.
Where he went, she followed.
Zhao Rong took Qing Jun to the peak of the mountain and then down the bamboo-covered hills.
They crossed the warm stream, climbed the Tai rocks, passed the empty valley, with the sun's fragmented light leaking through gaps in the foliage, their footsteps echoing on the moss-covered stone slabs along the winding path, resonating in the serene valley.
Zhao Rong and Lingfei headed towards the secluded depths of the warm stream's Bamboo Garden.
At a certain moment, they came upon a cliff break where stream water plunged down, forming multi-tiered white cascades on the stepped cliffs, which, under the sunlight, looked like a pristine ribbon.
The water droplets splashed under the dotted sunlight, clear and sparkling, playing a symphony of natural music.
