A gentle breeze blew past, making the leaves rustle. The sound of birds chirping could be heard every so often.
Zhang Wenliang glanced over at the person rock climbing on the opposite cliff, about a few dozen meters away, before leading Wen Ying to continue their ascent.
About three minutes later, they reached the cave Zhang Wenliang had mentioned.
The cave, which had seemed so huge to him as a child, now suddenly felt small and cramped.
Wen Ying listened to Zhang Wenliang's reflection but didn't say anything. She was suddenly reminded of her own past.
She, too, had once lived in a fairly large village. It took her five minutes to run from her grandmother's house to her own home each day.
She remembered the road seeming a bit long, the houses along it seeming rather tall, and the road itself seeming very wide.
