On both sides stretched vast, seemingly endless fields of vibrant green. They were clearly not tended by the municipality, as their untamed neatness and lushness made every view feel invigorating.
They drove along the asphalt road for five minutes before a white security booth appeared ahead, with a horizontal parking barrier. Next to the booth was a silver metal sign that read: "Private Road, Unauthorized Entry Prohibited."
Winnie turned to ask, "Animal protection base?"
Van curled his lips into a smile. "Don't worry, I won't sell you!"
Winnie pouted in annoyance, muttering softly, "I'm not an animal!"
The security guard in the booth wore a black suit, his tall, upright figure resembling a pine tree. He had an earpiece connected to a walkie-talkie. As the car approached, he bowed sli
