“I told you to change that old car quickly. It always breaks down halfway. You see, now I have to walk there. How far is it to where Cinderella lives?”

“Just a few minutes.”

In the morning of early summer, the sun shines on the mountains with a trace of heat, surrounded by trees, and the fresh air makes people feel relaxed and happy. But Linda didn’t feel that at all. She was walking angrily up the mountain, and Vincent was right behind her.

“Linda, why don’t we just call Cindy and tell her we’ll come?” Vincent said uneasily.

“Don’t do that! If you call her to tell her, will...