C52 Midhead

In the early morning, the Great Shake Mountain was shrouded in a hazy mist. The winding mountain road and dense forest shrouded in morning mist were faintly discernible.

Wearing a sports jacket, he jogged up the curving road, disguised as a morning pilot, and ran along the misty mountainside, looking at the green trees that blurred in the milky mist on either side