Dou Dou followed behind Duoduo, muttering to herself as she floated for a while.
At first, she endured patiently, but as they flew on, she felt more and more that they were going off course. Her small brows knitted tighter, just about to open her mouth to ask, when Duoduo suddenly stopped.
In front of them, a clear lake lay quietly in the mountain hollow.
The lake resembled a blue silk ribbon soaked in ink, winding and extending along the mountain hollow.
The lake shore was a gentle slope naturally formed by rocks and soil, covered with wild reeds half a man tall. When the wind blew, the dense reed tassels swayed, creating a blurry shadow of pale yellow waves, rustling softly.
Further up, a stretch of rubber trees spread out along the mountain slope. The dark green leaves layered over each other, turning into heavy dark green silhouettes in the dim light, covering half of the mountain.
