Xu Jiahao reached the summit.
After a week of hardships, he finally climbed to the top of Wufeng Mountain.
Almost at the very moment he reached the peak, the young man dropped his bag and tent and lay exhausted on the slope.
Above him was an endless expanse of azure sky.
Below him was the lush green Wufeng Mountain.
The air was fresh.
A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a faint, elusive floral scent.
Despite the unobstructed beautiful scenery before his eyes, in that moment, Xu Jiahao had no desire to praise or admire the grand landscapes of the motherland.
He inexplicably felt an urge to cry.
It was too difficult!!!
The past few days were hard enough, yet bearable; even though Shang Yunxi was unsociable and unfriendly to him, at least there was food and drink and plenty of energy.
When the two's relationship finally softened a bit, a heavy rain came, making them experience hardships like never before.
