In the mountains, shades of green provided a canopy, with lush trees swaying in the wind, rustling softly. Warm sunlight pierced through the layered leaves, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow over the two below.
Unconsciously, Hei Mazi had shifted from leaning against the tree to lying on his side on the ground.
Amid the desolate wilderness, the ground was strewn with fallen leaves mixed with dry soil. Hei Mazi did not seem to mind the dirt, treating it as if it was his own bed at home.
Skinny Wang sat on a tree branch, still holding his binoculars, constantly murmuring to himself.
The signal was poor on the mountain, and the video on the phone kept stuttering—unable to load the next clip. Annoyed as he was, Hei Mazi grew even angrier at Skinny Wang's incessant mumbling.
He turned off his phone abruptly and yelled, "What the hell are you muttering about?!"