She lifted her head and only then realized that the dark green pine and beech trees on both sides of the road had somehow turned into rustling red maple trees.
The half-yellow, half-red maple leaves fell like golden rain, landing on Horn and Jeanne's collars as the wind blew.
He halted the naughty horse, dismounted, and tied the horse to a tree beside the road.
Horn held Jeanne's waist, intending to help her off the horse.
But Jeanne jumped off the horse by herself and walked towards the mountains made of red maple, treading on the grass carpeted with fallen leaves, staring blankly at everything before her.
The ocean of maple leaves swayed gently, as if greeting Jeanne.
"Brother, does that little Celestial Kingdom you mentioned have this kind of scenery?"
"Yes, but generally speaking, it's hard to enjoy it alone. You'll only see internet celebrities and old men and women walking around with strange postures on the thick leaves."
"Do you miss that place?"
