The sunset glows red on the horizon.
Du Yu always feels a connection with the sunset. Others would work at sunrise and rest at sunset, setting up camp or returning from the Otherworld before nightfall. But Du Yu often accompanies the sunset to do important things.
Besides, Little Fen Yang's eyes also have the colors of the sunset, pure and beautiful.
Destiny works in mysterious ways.
"Wow~ Du Yu, look, Little Deer."
"Ah, I see them." Du Yu said, holding onto the big tree and looking up. On the cliff side of the gorge opposite, he saw two Dust Spirit Deer searching for food.
They are entirely snow-white, and upon closer inspection, you can see light white plum blossom patterns, very close to the color of their fur.
Surrounded by white mist, they are beautiful and dreamy, brimming with an aura of enchantment.
Between the cracks in the cliff, white and green Wind Cotton Grass sways gently, as if enticing the Dust Spirit Deer to come forward.
