As a city dweller, Zhuo Feng was used to office life, and lacking regular exercise, she found herself struggling after the long journey to the Southwest Mountain Area, though initially she didn't feel it.
Once she mounted the bicycle, her legs and feet were so sore it was as if she was breathing heavily through her nose, resembling an ox that had been pulling a plow all day.
Fortunately, Xiao Xian, riding ahead, wasn't going fast, seemingly waiting for her on purpose.
Zhuo Feng gritted her teeth and pedaled hard, finally making it around the entire hillside. After turning the bend where the terrain sloped downwards, the bicycle wheels spun rapidly.
The farmlands on both sides looked like waves of green, and when the wind blew, the fragrance of the rice flowers burrowed into her nose, carrying the pure scent of nature.
The cool mountain breeze lifted the short hair by Zhuo Feng's ears, obstructing her sight.
