Do Not Harm the Fragile Me

The car wound its way up the mountain road, with cliffs on both sides.

Jerome held onto his seatbelt tightly, afraid to even breathe too loudly, lest he distract Vivian's attention.

Layers of peaks and rugged cliffs adorned the landscape, with the setting sun painting a picturesque scene.

Vivian, with one hand on the steering wheel, savored the rare beauty around her, her spirits cleansed by the majestic mountains and rivers.

"This place is truly remarkable, untouched by exploitation or refinement, retaining the raw beauty of nature," Vivian remarked, cracking the window slightly open.

A chilly breeze swept in, causing Jerome to shiver.

Jerome felt as though he were pinned to his seat, unable to move or speak freely, his attention divided between the breathtaking scenery and the serene demeanor of Vivian.

Unable to contain himself, he cautioned, "Driving in the mountains is dangerous. Stay focused, and if you're tired, we can stop for a rest."