But Estelle was still very happy. Pointing the front-facing camera at the two of them and looking at their smiling faces, she pressed the photo button and recorded the moment.

“Okay, let’s go,” she pulled him.

Then, the two of them headed to the airport.

As the breeze blew, the petals on the tires were blown off, and the fragrance of the flowers faded away.

It was dawn, and Estelle finally recognized where they were last night.

“Were we on the back of Mount Cloud?” she asked him.

“Yes,” Cristofer responded. His voice was not as hoarse as before. “People usually go up the mountain from the front of it....