A month had passed, and Du Heng truly felt as if a lifetime had gone by. The familiar local accent constantly reaching his ears sounded harsh and coarse to others, but to him, it was exceptionally dear.
Liu Amei curiously observed the northwestern city. Beyond the bustling crowds, her gaze was met by a pervasive grayness and desolation that enveloped everything. The air was dry, vegetation was scarce, and any plants she did spot were bare. This was quite different from her southwestern hometown, in terms of both sight and feel.
The people here spoke in high tones and had loud voices. Their speech was heavily stressed and rather gruff. If you only heard their voices without seeing them, you might think they were arguing or about to start an argument. Yet, when you looked around, you couldn't help but be infected by their voices and actions.
