The two of them faffed about in the room for quite some time, and by the time they left the agritourism site, it was already four in the evening. They arrived at a less-known mountain by nightfall—five o'clock to be precise.
Though this mountain was not famous, it was very steep and dangerous, and yet, it was not devoid of hikers. Modern city dwellers seemed to have a preference for feats of perilous, towering proportions—something different from the norm, they believed, added an element of thrill to their lives.
At five o'clock in summer, the sky had begun to lighten. Li Chengyun parked the car at the foot of the mountain and then, hand in hand with Yu Jingrong, started uphill.
Upon realizing that the 'venting' Li Chengyun had mentioned was simply mountain climbing, Yu Jingrong felt a rush of nausea.
