The Forbidden Land in the Clouds

--- Cheng Yuan took a deep breath and rolled down the car window completely. The May mountain breeze, carrying the fresh scent of pine and wildflowers, filled the car, instantly dispelling the stuffy air created by the air conditioning. He turned off the navigation and parked the car in the parking lot at the entrance of Yunwu Mountain Forest Park. Because it was a weekday, only a few cars were scattered in the large parking lot. "Finally here." Cheng Yuan unbuckled his seatbelt and stretched his shoulders, which were stiff from driving for a long time. At thirty-five years old, there were already fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and a few strands of white hair were interspersed among his black hair. He adjusted his hair in the rearview mirror.