A□ the seco□ds ticked by, my□heartbeat □u□c□e□ed in sync w□th □he mountin□ e□cit□ment. □ wh□□lwin□ □f□□motions sw□pt thr□ugh me - excit□ment, □repidation□ hope. The seco□d e□counter hel□ the promise□of□n□□ op□□□tunities, □res□□beg□nnings, and the p□□e□tial for dee□er□con□□c□ions.□It was a blank canvas wait□ng to□be painted with t□e vib□ant hu□s of shar□d experien□es□and meaningf□l conversations.
□h2>光芒散去