Li□L□i a□d Han M□imei were □wo a□□enturou□ souls □ho always sought □xci□em□nt and thr□ll□in t□ei□ liv□s□ They wer□ □□st fri□nds □ince ch□ldhood and sh□red a passion for □xplorin□□the u□kn□wn. One day, as t□ey were sitting□und□r the old oak□tree in th□ □ark, Han□Meimei had □n □dea that would □e□d th□m on a new□ad□en□ure tha□ t□ey would never f□□get.□□