It was past five o'clock after dinner.
Zhou Li drove towards Mingsha Mountain.
Huai Xu sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to glance at the city's skyscrapers and every passing car.
From time to time, a blurry image would appear before his eyes, overlapping with reality.
The image depicted a small frontier town nestled in the desert. Without tall buildings to obstruct the view, one could easily see the distant sand mountains. When the wind blew, the air filled with yellow dust, and the ground was littered with the droppings of horses, sheep, and camels. The people wore ancient clothing, their faces tanned and weathered.
Zhou Li stopped at a red light.
