On the outskirts of Suiyang, the grassland rolled with gentle hills, slightly withered yellow, clumps of trees scattered like eczema, marking the land.
The stream flowed gently, with the bright White Star in the night sky as its only source of light.
The White Star was the moon of Earth-Moon, reflecting the sole light of a distant star.
Zheng Qingrong was woken by a cool evening breeze, slowly sitting up, only to realize that she was lying on a sloping hillside, surrounded by darkness with only the meandering stream stretching into the distance.
A tall and burly figure stood not far from her, quietly staring at her.
"You're awake," Li Chengyi said in a low, deep voice.
"Who are you?! Why am I here??" Zheng Qingrong quickly scrambled to her feet, on the alert, checking her clothes.
