Perhaps he had merely been a walking corpse who had lost his soul yet had no choice but to keep living. But with Cheng Lang's help, Shen Huaiyu had struggled out of despair and slowly begun to look beyond himself. Shen Huaiyu was surprised to discover that everyone in this world had their own hardships. Yet everyone was still doing their best to live.
"Cheng Lang, thank you for bringing me along to film the show." Shen Huaiyu thanked Cheng Lang with great sincerity. This trip to Cloud Province had exposed him to many things he would never normally encounter. He had been deeply moved and gained even more.
"I really love my life right now." Shen Huaiyu's eyes sparkled as he said, "I saw stretches of camellias planted on the mountains outside the village." Those Wild Growth camellias had absorbed abundant sunlight and endured countless storms, yet in the end, they still bloomed with the brightest flowers.
"I think I'm just like those camellias," Shen Huaiyu reflected.
Cheng Lang glanced at Shen Huaiyu's flushed face and nodded firmly. "Indeed!" He was more beautiful than any flower.
The next morning, Shen Huaiyu, more beautiful than any flower, woke up early and followed the local villagers into the mountains to pick tea leaves.
The guests had already changed into local ethnic attire. As the lively and charming young guide led them up the mountain, she introduced the clothing and the local folk legends in crisp, sweet, though somewhat unstandard Mandarin. Her chatter drifted through the damp morning forest like the song of a yellow oriole.
The guests followed behind the girl, keeping their heads down as they carefully climbed upward. It seemed to have rained the night before, and the mountain trail was rather slippery that morning. Tiny droplets clung to