Qin Xiao and Matsumoto Sayuri walked side by side along a winding path that resembled a green ribbon hidden among the mountain forests, stretching into the distance with many twists and turns.
On both sides of the road, lush trees stood in close array, like loyal guards protecting this tranquil Sekai. The occasional crisp chirp of a bird pierced the silent air like a string of lively notes, adding a touch of vitality to the peaceful atmosphere. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the dense foliage, casting patches of varied light and shadow onto the ground. These shifting lights and shadows looked like a canvas painted by nature itself, changing shape continuously in the gentle breeze—sometimes stretching, sometimes shrinking, sometimes interweaving—infusing the otherwise monotonous environment with a sense of liveliness and vigor.
Before they knew it, the two had been walking along the path for quite some time. Although their footsteps were as light as the wind, each step was firm and powerful, as if silently speaking of a profound, unspoken mutual understanding and steadfast support between them.
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