C83 Little Path Come Behind Me

In the deep canyon, a mysterious and dense mountain air rose up, like a magical gauze curtain, delicately and elegantly drawing a painting of a mountain and river; the rugged mountains, the short and thick road, the unique charm, the myriad of amorous feelings, it was unknown whether one walked in the scenery or the scenery flowed with them. The engravings on it were no longer clear