Muyin stepped through the morning dew, advancing slowly along the winding mountain path, clutching the yellowed map tightly in her hand.
Amidst the mountains and forests, bird songs rang out crisp and melodious, as if playing a joyous tune for this solitary traveler. He looked back in the direction the woman had left, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart—a mix of reluctance to part and deep gratitude.
As the sun climbed higher, the mountain trail grew increasingly rugged. Muyin wove through the dense forest, at times climbing rocks and grasping vines, at other times wading across streams; yet her yearning for the unknown world made her forget her fatigue. Along the way, she saw many exotic flowers and rare herbs she had never laid eyes on before, alongside babbling brooks as clear as crystal that mirrored the blue sky and white clouds in breathtaking beauty.
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