In the blink of an eye, Li Jing and Sophie were already weaving through the ring road, the lush trees on both sides swiftly being left behind.
The rolling hills were like the arched backs of the earth, transforming into blurs of color at their lightning speed.
The motorcycle's engine emitted a deep and powerful roar, reminiscent of a beast's howl.
Sophie sat casually astride the motorcycle, her hands firmly gripping the handlebars, her slender fingers resting effortlessly on them, exuding a sense of ease.
Li Jing sat on the back seat, his hands wrapped around Sophie's waist.
Their clothes billowed with the wind, making a whooshing sound.
Li Jing felt the rush of wind against him, and a feeling that was hard to describe quietly grew in his heart.
This feeling was unique to this moment, unique to this experience.
In the days in Hai Province, each day was mostly spent leisurely admiring the scenery, emotions like the calm surface of a lake, rarely rippling.
