The western wind's last glow, the sun gradually sinking.
The international train passes through the vast grasslands and races along Ahmed Country's border.
Inside the VIP train carriage, Lyra Smith has been lying in front of the window since waking up, looking through the train window at the vast grasslands outside and the breathtaking view of the entire border. The visual impact has offset her current terrible situation, and her mood has changed slightly, no longer as oppressed as before.
At this moment, two slender hands stretch over from behind, covering her.
Lyra's body stiffens, remaining motionless.
Not until the hands are removed does she lower her head and glance sideways, seeing a shawl that Dylan Lee had just draped over her shoulders.
"Lyra, the scenery of the foreign country starts from here. Next, we will be on the train for six days and five nights, passing through four countries and forty-six stops. Along the way, you will see unforgettable scenery in your life."
