C285 Withdraw

The wind is blowing, it's autumn, the leaves are yellow.

On the flat desert sand road, a caravan was slowly advancing towards the north. Maybe it was because of the weather, but the originally luxurious carriage looked dirty. The cracks were filled with sand.

In one of the carriages, Su Qiye, who was curled up under the blanket, felt the cool breeze blowing in from outside the window