The thin moonlight scattered across the sandy ground, its pallid rays faintly dispersed by the blowing wind, unable to penetrate the man's profound eyes.
The door was covered with sand. When Chi Yue pulled it open, she was showered with a layer of sand.
Under the bright moon and fierce wind, the vast expanse of yellow sand stretched out before them. A few poplar trees stood guard outside the home. The man leaned against the off-road vehicle behind the trees—alone, thin, tall, with a pack dangling over his shoulder, bulging outwards. His face was smeared with sand. He didn't wear goggles, a mask, or a hat. His hair was shorn short, and his woeful appearance was like that of someone freshly dug out of the sand.
In the desert's summer, the daytime heat was intense, but due to the dryness and lack of moisture, it was hard to maintain warmth, and the nights turned bone-chillingly cold.
