The setting sun on the mountainside gradually faded away, and the whole world was dyed in a dim and yellow color. The occasional jackdaws returning to their nests made the scene even more desolate. "If we can get over this mountain before dark, it will probably be safe." Jiang Wanchen thought feebly as he looked at his blood-soaked sleeves.
After leaving Arashi Valley, which is like spring all year round, I found that it was already early autumn everywhere. Oh, Arashi Valley. Jiang Wanchen shook his head vigorously, as if to get rid of the unbearable memory in his mind. He looked up at the sunset, which was almost invisible. He dragged his increasingly cold body and sighed heavily in his heart. Finally, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.