At night, they naturally stayed to camp in Ancient Yujing City.
Han Jiaojiao sat in front of the tent, looking up at the star-studded sky, lost in her thoughts.
Han Yi came over holding a cup of warm milk, "Why don't you come in? It's chilly outside at night."
Han Jiaojiao cradled her cheeks and gently shook her head, "I'll watch for a little while longer."
Han Yi sat down beside her, passing the milk to her, which she took and sipped slowly.
She loved stargazing, and Han Yi loved watching her. — To Han Yi, her eyes, sprinkled with starlight, were even more beautiful than all the stars in the sky.
"Do you really like it here?" Han Yi asked.
"Mmhmm," Han Jiaojiao leaned against his shoulder as usual and said softly, "I really want to live here forever." Surrounded by exquisite towers and elaborate carvings, it was as if she was in another world, like a dream, almost fantasy-like.
