Zhou Li lay on the bed, scrolling through Mafengwo.
Ginkgo Village was indeed one of Tengchong's most famous attractions. Many photography enthusiasts would flock there in late autumn, causing room rates to soar. However, usually, the ginkgo leaves in Ginkgo Village wouldn't turn yellow until after late November. It was only early October now.
The Yuanyang Terraces, another option they had considered, had just been filled with water. The water-filled terraced fields, reflecting the sky, looked stunning.
The ginkgo tree at Changping Lookout was turning yellow far too early.
"Zhou Li, Zhou Li..."
A medium-sized cat suddenly leaped from the floor onto the bed. Accompanied by her stammering, indistinct voice, a cat face holding a moth soon appeared before Zhou Li, less than ten centimeters from his mouth.
Tuanzi spat the moth onto his collarbone, held it down cautiously with one small paw, and happily shared with him, "Look! Lord Dumpling caught a little bird!"
