2:30 PM, Shuhe Peak.
Located in the suburbs near South Sea, Shuhe Peak is at its prime for maple viewing in November.
In the cold rustling wind, a blaze of crimson spread across the mountains and fields, interspersed with a few pine and cypress trees, the red and green colors dazzling to the eyes.
Li Qiao and Shang Yu stepped out of the car hand in hand, looking at a winding path leading upward. The cold wind rushing toward them carried the scent of the grass and trees from the mountain, indeed a good place to clear the mind.
Though South Sea Mountain is stunning in its majestic steepness, it still lacks the charm of Shuhe Peak adorned with maple leaves.
Normally, the weekend crowd for maple viewing would be substantial, yet the path hidden in the forest was devoid of people.
Li Qiao walked up leisurely and realized after a few steps that Shang Yu wasn't following.
She turned around on the steps and heard the sound of a camera shutter carried by the wind.
