The autumn wind swept through, scattering leaves across the sky. A woman climbed high, alone on the You Platform.
Yu Huaijin came to an abandoned ancient platform halfway up the mountain, which seemed to have been uncleaned for years and rarely visited by people, giving it a decrepit yet serene feel.
Surrounded by lush forests, the ancient platform was like an enclave, half protruding from the mountain, suspended in the air, offering a broad view and a unique landscape.
Yu Huaijin ascended the ancient platform, her shoulders slightly relaxed, yet her waist remained straight and erect.
The woman walked slowly to the edge of the platform, stopped, and crouched down, placing her food box aside, and sat on the platform's edge.
Cool wind whistled, filling Yu Huaijin's sleeves with mountain air, her clothes fluttering. Her frail and small frame seemed as if it could be carried away by the autumn wind at any second, lifted by the breeze.
