The night gradually deepened, and even the earlier chorus of insects had quieted down.
Only the gentle breeze of the open fields brushed through the wheat fields, carrying the distinct moist scent of spring and enveloping the green fragrance of the young wheat seedlings, spreading it throughout the night.
The sky resembled silk dyed with ink, studded with stars like shards of diamonds. The Milky Way lay softly across, enshrouding the entire wheat field in a haze of silver glow.
The transparent dome of the space capsule reflected the starry sky, resembling a piece of glass inlaid with starlight. Inside the cabin, the even breaths of Ruan Hongzhuang and Taozi formed a gentle response to the silence outside.
Shen Siyuan gently lifted the thin blanket off him and quietly got up.
As he opened the cabin door, the evening breeze, cool and refreshing, hit him in the face. He took a deep breath, filling his chest with the freshness of the wheat fields.
