The view before her was incredibly vast; the trees were tall and straight, yet they seemed as if they could never grow past the horizon.
The mottled sunlight, lightly scattered down from above the deep valley, turned the brilliant sunshine into numerous slender twigs, dancing and swaying in the breeze.
On that rock face grew tree after tree, their dense crowns verdant, blooming like enormous green blossoms upon the cliffside.
They resembled green clouds, too, which in the deep valley, bore the solitude and mystery of the world set apart, as if touched by the wind upon the moon.
Indeed, it was the first time Gu Qiaoqiao had ever seen such scenery.
She watched with a bit of yearning, sighing, "Ah, if only I had a camera."
Qin Yize, holding Gu Qiaoqiao's hand, led her toward a rock that extended out from the rock face.
They both stood on it.
Gu Qiaoqiao's fingers twitched slightly—seemingly, they also liked this place.
