Setting Off

"The quiet village, snow drifting,"

"Under a gloomy sky, doves flying~~~"

"White birch trees, engraved with those two names."

"Mmmm~~~ Mmmm~~~"

In the gray mist, among the mountains and forests, on a gray-white highway stretching into the distance.

A dark green Jeep sped along the road.

The vehicle seemed like a tiny dark green insect on a gray paper strip, moving straight, slowly, steadfastly forward.

Layers of fog were broken in front of the vehicle, then rolled and twisted, tearing a path through.

Yu Hong rested his hands on the steering wheel, softly humming a song to himself.

Throughout the car, other than the motor's rotation, there was no other noise.

The monotonous droning sound resonated in Yu Hong's ears for over two hours.

He was alone.

Having listened to the engine for so long, he could even hear his own breathing and heartbeat. His body's perception had become much sharper in such a lonely environment.

But this sharpness only made it more unbearable.