Ye Tian walked out helplessly, seeing Bai Bing happily chatting and laughing with someone, holding two cups of cola in her hands.
"Tian, your cola."
After Bai Bing walked away, Ye Tian returned to his seat, and Lin Chumo said to him joyfully.
Today's events might forever remain buried in his heart. Ye Tian didn't sleep but turned his head to look at the blue sky and white clouds outside and Lin Chumo beside him.
"Dear passengers, we have arrived at Tage City. Please gather your belongings and prepare to disembark."
A broadcast interrupted Ye Tian's thoughts, bringing him back to reality.
Ye Tian and his group got off the plane, greeted by the scorching wind with tiny grains of sand, making it feel like rough hands were brushing against their faces.
The sun in the Western Regions was exceptionally red, nourishing this ancient city and telling tales of millennia of loneliness and sorrow.
