Moonlight, gentle as water, spilled softly over the silhouettes of the sand dunes, and the night breeze brought a slight chill. The dunes undulated endlessly into the distance, unseen. It was a beautiful night, and the fair weather made one forget the dangers of the desert, leaving only a sense of romance swelling in one's heart.
Lei Jing and Xie Qi each rode a motorcycle, at first following closely behind Qiao Dongyang.
Gradually, they fell behind, distancing themselves quietly—
The shadows of Qiao Dongyang and Chi Yue riding a motorcycle under the moonlight were too beautiful; both men felt the same, like intruders into a private world, reluctant to cause any disturbance.
