Bolan Country
Yuwei Ye sat in the luxurious train compartment, traveling through a long tunnel.
After a day of rest, they first took a flight that lasted more than ten hours to Bolan Country
and then boarded a train heading to the final destination of this grand variety show.
This time, their plan was to pass through a snow-covered primeval forest and arrive at the foot of the Alps.
Under the night sky, it was a vast expanse of white.
Yuwei watched the falling "flowers of blood" outside, feeling as if she were in a dream.
Just two days ago, they were still in the scorching desert, but now they were in the midst of the Northern Hemisphere's harsh winter.
"Yuwei, what are you reading?"
Zhang Zijing walked over with a cup of coffee in hand.
Today, she wore a light layer of makeup, looking even more charming.
"A book about winter and forests."
Yuwei smiled and put the book down as the train slowly pulled into the station.
