There are layers upon layers of obstacles and peaks.
Yan Yibei had forgotten how long he had been trapped here. He was anxious and desperately looking for an exit. However, the mountains that were so close seemed to be against him. No matter how long or how fast he ran in their direction, he could never get any closer to them, as if he had been standing still.
As the wind blew by, the trees and leaves on the mountain made a rustling sound, like a group of children playing, the sound coming from near and far away.
The mountains and trees were clearly within reach, but he couldn't get any closer, as if there were thousands of ravines in between, an illusion that he couldn't see.
He was panting and exhausted. He didn't know how long he had been running or how far he had run. Even the feeling of suffocation in his chest did not stop him. Suddenly, there was the sound of "rustling" footsteps, which was extremely clear in this empty and narrow valley. He stopped running and looked around. However, there was nothing around except giant mountains that were close at hand. But the "rustling" footsteps continued clearly. He heard the sound of Lingling walking, and with his heart in his throat, he blindly shouted around: "Lingling, Lingling, where are you?"
Intention: Love is the happiness of the past; responsibility is the continuation of the future