I just drove the car myself, taking Davy and Lily along, heading to a nearby county with nice scenery for a spin.
We hadn't reached the destination yet, but the road was already filled with endless beauty: atop the green mountains, the bright sun rose high, casting its light on the mist filling the valleys. The white expanse looked like something out of a fairytale.
Through the car window, Davy stuck his head out, mouth wide open in delight, his hair and ears blown backward by the wind.
Lily sat in her seat, fully absorbed in studying her spell for transforming and growing.
When the car stopped, Hannah excitedly tugged on Arnold Simmons to take photos.
The photos captured the green mountains and flowing streams.
The locals said that when winter comes, the mountains blanketed in snow, adorned in silver, would be truly stunning.
Oh, and this village had a name—it's called Bu Li.
