Chapitre 142: Trip to the farmhouse.

Their journey had already started. The car was now running down a long, winding road toward the countryside, away from the city's congested traffic, with vast fields of tall green and yellow grass stretching out as far as the eye could see.

The sun was shining, and the sky was a vibrant blue with patches of fluffy, white clouds that looked like huge piles of cotton balls.

The air was cool and damp, filled with the sweet scents of wildflowers and earth.

The windows were rolled down, allowing fresh air to enter. Their favorite songs were playing on the car radio, causing them to sway left and right.

Abigail looked out the window, lost in her thoughts as the scenery passed by in a blur. She dazedly looked at the tall, golden grass swaying in the breeze. She could see the herd of cows grazing lazily in the distance.

Everything appeared to be in a dreamlike state. She had no idea that nature contained such wonderful treasures.

She was speechless.