C178 Going to the Back of the Mountain

There was a faint fog in the early morning of the Miao village. There was no car exhaust or noisy human voices in the city. The air was very fresh. If one took a closer look, there was a faint sweet smell.

The autumn air was getting thicker and thicker. When he woke up in the morning and walked on the road that was sparsely populated, he really felt that it was a little cool