The night gradually deepened, and the wind on the Gexi Grassland also lightened. The newly pitched tent gave off a slight canvas scent, set on the soft meadow, as if sunk into a quiet dream.
Zhu Qingyue put on her headphones, as she hadn't slept yet, pulled open the tent flap, and silently looked up at the sky.
From this angle, you could just see the starry sky.
When she looked up, the stars had already emerged. They didn't rush out all at once but seemed to have been quietly sprinkled like bits of silver, slowly diffusing on the black velvet.
The grass in April carried a bit of the scent of moist soil, mixed in the evening breeze, brushing against her cheek.
Li Younan was also awake. Zhu Qingyue glanced at Li Younan's tent, where the light was still on.
At this moment, Li Younan was further planning the route for tomorrow. He was holding the map, repeatedly confirming some information.
