The day had been long, the harsh winds of the surrounding terrain testing your stamina as you trekked across the barren landscape. The mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks obscured by a heavy mist, but now, as evening descended, the world seemed quieter, more peaceful. The only sounds were the soft crunch of your boots on the rocky ground and the occasional rustle of the wind through the sparse trees that dotted the path.

You walked a little behind Changli, her long strides steady and unwavering. As always, she moved with a quiet confidence, her eyes trained ahead but her senses ever-aware of the world around her. It was something you admired—how effortless she made it seem to navigate through the toughest terrain, both physically and mentally.

But tonight, something about the stillness seemed to invite reflection, and you found yourself caught in your thoughts. The weight of the journey had been wearing on you, and despite your best efforts to keep up, you couldn't help but wonder if you were slowing her down.