In summer, standing in the water with bare feet was an amazing feeling.

Along the way, Finnley and Mya met many young people coming and going, as well as some families with children.

Although they were in the mountains, they were not alone.

On one side of the stone stairs were the mountains while on the one side was a pool, where some big rocks with strange shapes stood. Some people step on them to take pictures.

The mountain road got steeper as they went higher. Some people held the railing, some held hands.

"Give me your hand!” said Finnley. Then he reached out his big palm in front of her.

Mya glanced at him, and without hesitation, she put her little hand in his palm.

The moment the hands touched; their temperature conveyed.

Under the cool wind, Mya followed Finnley, stepping up high stones step by step. It was too steep; she didn’t dare to look down.

The sound of the waterfall was getting closer and the view was getting more spectacular.

They could almost feel the water mist sprayed on their face, which felt very cool.

"Be careful, there is water on the stone steps above here. It could be slippery" Finnley reminded her, "You can step where I stepped.”

didn't speak, she was

down, it was so steep! Her palms were

at hand. They were

mountain when she looked up.

beach, and the water flowing down from the water beach formed a small waterfall,

swimming in the big water beach below the waterfall. Some were taking photos of those strange-shaped

the last big

she was dizzy, and then

froze for

around his waist. Her

Finnley frowned

conscious. She leaned on him, trying to calm herself down,

stood up straight patiently like a tree, supporting

never been so intimate over the

little bit at a loss, and his heartbeat was a

the scenery with a camera...

his eyes lit up. He squinted

way Mya and Finnley embraced was such an embellishment

two shots from another angle. They were too

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