Wang Chen's thoughts were very chaotic.
At this moment, he wandered aimlessly forward, beer in hand.
He didn't know how long he had walked, nor did he know where he had ended up, only that the wind blowing against him grew increasingly cold and the path beneath his feet became harder to traverse.
It was autumn now.
The temperature difference in the early autumn season was rather large.
Especially in the mountains, the temperature could reach over thirty degrees during noon, but at night it could drop to the teens or even lower.
Gradually, the hot wind turned cool, and the cool wind became bone-chilling.
Wang Chen's slender body, buffeted by the wind in the vast gully, seemed especially desolate and lonely.
After a while, he stopped walking.
The cool mountain breeze gradually calmed him down.
When he looked around, he realized that he had unwittingly reached Yingfengjian, about a kilometer away from the village.
