She then tightly grasped Pei Jingchuan's hand, determined to bravely follow everyone's footsteps and set off on this sacred journey together.
The sunlight penetrated the clouds, and the group started their journey up the mountain.
Although it was deep winter, the sunlit mountain path did not seem so cold.
The snow-capped peaks appeared exceptionally spectacular against the blue sky, with each step landing on the path covered with fresh snow from the previous night, making a faint crunching sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet mountain woods.
Madam Pei remained that firm leader, her figure in the morning light looking even taller.
Despite her age, her stride was still steady. She would occasionally look back to check on everyone, her eyes full of concern.
Pei Yanqing and Men Ling followed behind her, their hands still tightly clasped, their faces filled with the glow of youth and happy smiles.
