It rained lightly last night, and a few begonia flowers were wilted by the door of the study. Zhao Lu walked on the corridor with the food box in his hand, the hem of his navy blue clothes was stained and wet.
In the study, Shen Qingyun woke up in a dream.
She dreamed of the southern border, dreamed that she was in a vast desert, and the sky was magnificent and dazzling. The setting sun was imprinted on the Gobi, and half of the sky seemed to be on fire.
She walked in the dense Populus euphratica forest, and in front of her was the figure on horseback. She ran after him on horseback, but couldn"t catch up no matter how much she ran.
She rode on the horse and watched the figure get smaller and smaller, until at the end there was only a black spot left, falling into the endless desert.
