In late July, while the whole country was in the heatwave, the highest temperature in the Qaidam Desert was only around 26 degrees.
A bit dry, but the temperature was pleasant.
"It might be a bit cold at night," Sheng Tang said.
As soon as she finished speaking, Ai'ai went to fetch a few quilts.
The crew had money, so the logistics were particularly meticulous; they wouldn't lack supplies at the location.
They had three buses and three off-road vehicles.
All the quilts were clean.
Sheng Tang and Gu Shiting tied the last tent cord together, and both let out a sigh of relief.
In the afternoon, the sun leaned westward, the distant Kunlun Mountains, with half of the mountain top still covered in snow.
"...You should return after a few days," Sheng Tang said to Gu Shiting, "We might go to the mountains for filming the day after tomorrow; it should be very beautiful. You should come with us."
Gu Shiting readily agreed.
