But the two of them were not God; how could they have foreseen what would follow? Treating the car as nothing more than a passerby they had glimpsed in passing, they paid it no mind and continued driving forward.
"We’ve arrived. Let’s park the car here."
Quan Ruifeng parked at the foot of the hill. A small stream flowed nearby; it was too narrow to be called a river, so a stream was the most accurate description. Many tall trees grew in the vicinity, casting cooling shade. Later, they could sit beneath the trees to eat and have a barbecue; the thought of a gentle breeze blowing by was comfort enough.
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