The sunlight was faint, filtering through the dense leaves of the forest, casting mottled light and shadow onto the mountain path.
Ning Zhuo, carrying a jar of wine, walked at a leisurely pace, brushing past branches as he went.
Birdsong trilled through the woods, clear and delightful to the ear. The air was fresh, tinged with the fragrance of soil and vegetation.
"Here I am again," Ning Zhuo murmured as he reached a deep pool, the place where he first met Lin Shanshan.
The pool water was crystal clear, with fish swimming about. Suddenly, one leapt out of the water, breaking the surface and scattering the reflected golden sunlight.
Ning Zhuo continued on his way, making his way behind the waterfall to the mountain path.
To his left, the waterfall thundered and sent spray in all directions, with the sunlight casting rainbows across the sky. To his right, the mossy cliff face was serene and profound.