Mid-August, Nuanquan Post.
Outside the window, rain and snow intertwined, the night chill cuts to the bone.
Inside, under the warm yellow light, the young girl wrapped in a thick, soft white fox fur coat, stretched out a tender little hand from under the fur, held the pen, and meticulously outlined the contours of the terrain on the straw-yellow paper, stroke by stroke.
"...136 li northeast of Wuhai... Limo Sea—"
Speaking to this point, Li Mu paused, looking at her translucent white hand, slightly furrowed his brow, and said, "I've noted all these; there's no need to rush organizing them tonight. You can sort them out when we return to Shanzhou, or back to the Central Plains."
"If I can organize them today, why delay?" Tang Xiaobai didn't even lift her head.
Although they didn't continue westward, the journey back still yielded much.
Previously, when they left Shanzhou, they were hurrying along and didn't observe the terrain in detail.
Now, the journey back was different.
