The morning sun burst out from the eastern mountain ridge, awakening the birds in the forest. The continuous mountain range, looking like crawling monsters, gradually revealed their contours.
The faint mist dissipated, unveiling the mountain stream's veil. On the countless lush green grasses in the forest, the dewdrops were like teardrops, crystal clear and transparent. A few nameless wildflowers, either yellow or red, had just bathed in sunlight when the sound of hurried hooves came from the narrow path far away in the woods.
When they got closer, they could see a handsome white horse with a woman dressed in light purple palace robes and a white veil on her face. The other was a creature that looked like a donkey but wasn't, and on top of it was a slender, innocent-looking youth.
These two were Zhang Xiaohua and Dream, who had traveled for half a month.
A slight weariness appeared on Zhang Xiaohua's face.
