In the Gobi Desert, heaven and earth were wrapped in a deep, biting silence. The cold was absolute.
Gu Chengshu had no way of telling time. After pulling the covers over her head for a deep sleep, she had woken up once; yet, whether it was her imagination or not, though she felt well-rested, the sky—it was still not dawn.
Terrified of the cold, she had no choice but to pull the quilt back over her head.
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