Suspension Bridge

Lu Zhen was a little surprised. "Doesn't that mean that the peach blossoms have bloomed?"

Song Jia nodded and parked his bicycle. "Let's go take a look. We'll cross the suspension bridge first."

The two of them walked to the suspension bridge and realized that it was quite simple. It looked like it had been built many years ago.

Lu Zhen did not dare to go up and stood hesitantly. Song Jia could tell that Lu Zhen was nervous and afraid. He stretched out his arm. "If you're really afraid, you can grab me."

They were already at the bridge, and Lu Zhen didn't want to give up halfway. After hesitating for a moment, she grabbed Song Jia's arm with one hand and held the iron chain handrail of the suspension bridge tightly with the other.

There were many tourists on the suspension bridge. The entire bridge swayed a little, but it was not obvious. Lu Zhen heaved a sigh of relief and slowly moved her feet.