Li Younan couldn't help but laugh.
The clouds were thinly spread, and the sun occasionally peeked out, lighting up the ridge line over by the Gexi Grassland.
As they crossed the mountain pass, the wind suddenly carried the aroma of roasted barley flour towards them.
Time flew by; Li Younan naturally had no physical concerns, but he was always observing Zhu Qingyue.
Although there were moments when he was curious about how far Zhu Qingyue could go, it had to be under safe conditions.
Zhu Qingyue showed none of the pretentiousness he imagined; she walked ahead with very firm steps.
On the plateau, the sun sets early.
Soon, the sun had already shifted westward, completely obscured by a dark cloud.
Yet, their view suddenly broadened—Gexi Grassland spread out below, the tawny fields stretching to the foot of Yala Snow Mountain, with a few yaks drinking by the stream, like drops of ink splattered on rice paper.
