The night at Shanyu Pass is different from the Capital.
The night wind is fierce, and even though the armor and helmet block much of it, the gusts against the face still sting painfully.
The Gobi Desert and yellow sands ahead are still indistinct in the moonlit night, and the only thing to cherish is the starry sky, where the brilliant stars shine unmistakably under the moonlight.
It much resembles the starry sky over the Northern Border Grassland, yet with subtle differences.
Mu Lianxiao remembered mentioning this starry sky in his letter to Du Yunluo, and she longed for it very much.
Thinking of his wife's eyes, more radiant than the stars, Mu Lianxiao unconsciously smiled.
Ming Liu had found a courtyard in the town, which, though not comparable to the small courtyard in Xuancheng, nor to those in the Capital, was already a rare good house in this borderland.
