The carriage wobbled along the muddy road after the snow.
Mary was resting by the window, holding the small Yini in her arms, with the low hum of the axle grinding the snow at her ears.
Suddenly, she was awakened by a rustle of voices.
"Look! Look outside!"
"Oh my, what is that place?"
"Could it be the Red Tide Territory?!"
Mary rubbed her sleepy eyes and drowsily climbed to the side of the carriage window.
At that moment, the convoy slowly ascended a small hill, and the scene before them abruptly unfolded.
In that instant, Mary's breath suddenly halted.
As the carriage slowly crossed the hill, the scene came rushing to them.
Below lay a vast river valley, as if someone had forcibly carved a spring seam in the heart of winter.
The entire Mai Lang Territory spread out in the river valley, with silver-white greenhouses refracting shimmering ripples under the sun, like waves stirred by a breeze.
On the hillsides, round half-underground houses were neatly arranged.
