C259 There's a Beauty Coming to Pick You up

During the early autumn, the leaves had fallen and the grass had turned yellow. Dew had dripped from the leaves, and the breeze was chilling enough to cause goosebumps to form on one's skin. It was actually a bit cold.

At the foot of Phoenix Mountain, there were two figures sitting with their backs to each other in the cold wind. One was shivering, and the other was napping