Xia Pengpeng's gaze remained fixed on the stretch of desert.
Hancheng glanced at her, not knowing what she was thinking.
"It's getting late, you should rest early."
"Okay." Xia Pengpeng nodded, packed her things, and walked to the makeshift sleeping bag on the side.
Hancheng sat nearby, keeping watch.
This place was too chaotic, even with Ah Chi outside, he didn't dare to sleep soundly.
The fire outside gradually extinguished, and darkness engulfed the entire world.
...
Under the same sky, although it was already midnight, the lights were still bright, and the luxurious palace appeared even more lavish in the illumination.
A dance was still in full swing.
Jack Chesnutt sat in the main seat, holding a wine glass, watching the people in the dance floor with a somewhat gloomy expression, his mind no longer there.
"Duke."
Jack Chesnutt came back to his senses and sat up straight.
"Is there any news about Mu Xingye?"
