Cairo.
Hot wind slammed into his face.
On the open-top off-road vehicle, Luo Su raised a hand to press down his headscarf and gazed at the yellow sand swirling in the distance. The farther they drove from the city, the sparser the greenery became, until in the end, aside from a few low shrubs for decoration, only the forest of buildings stood on the horizon.
In this ancient and sealed-off country, everything seemed to have nothing to do with outsiders.
The residents lived peacefully, day after day; even if travelers from distant lands occasionally arrived, they could only take a cursory, tourist's glance at the scenery here, never truly stepping into these people's lives.
No matter how warm the smiles, there was always a cold barrier between them.
Even those who occasionally went abroad to study or work rarely spoke of their life back home, though "here" and "there" were not so different in truth.
It was impossible to say whether it was indifference or arrogance.
