Cheng Luo had no clue about Zhou Qiang's thoughts. She leaned against Tianmiao's sleeping bag and drifted off into a hazy sleep.
...
One night passed.
In the desert, it's coldest just before dawn, giving the illusion of sleeping in a world of ice and snow. Que Qiu opened his eyes, unzipped the sleeping bag, almost getting sand in his eyes from the grains leaking onto it. When he sat up, he realized the sky, which should have been gradually brightening, remained unchanged, as dark as midnight. The cold wind howled, and the camels huddled together in the caravan started to get restless. Que Qiu opened his water bag, took a sip, strolled outside for a bit, and upon returning, found Professor Wu already up, sitting on a small stool outside, brushing his teeth.
"Professor Wu," Que Qiu nodded in greeting.
Professor Wu's complexion looked much better than the day before. He waved at him, rinsed his mouth, and said, "Hard work, guide."
