Qing City is an ancient city with a long history, surrounded by mountains, with beautiful scenery. To the east of the city, there is an ancient monastery said to have been built during the Tang Dynasty, enduring thousands of years of wind and rain, with incense burning strongly.
Yang Cheng parked the car in the parking lot in front of the monastery, and the three of them got out of the car, walking up the mountain path paved with bluestone.
Ancient trees towered on both sides of the mountain path, casting dense shade that blocked out the sunlight, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.
Cui Yunzhi walked ahead, wearing a light-colored long dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and the hem of her skirt fluttered gently in the breeze like a blooming lily.
Her mood seemed to have improved quite a bit, a faint smile on her lips, occasionally turning back to say a few words to Yang Cheng.
