Starlight Falls Into The Wind And Sand

You guard the starlight, and I guard you

The dashing and aloof cultural relics appraisal expert Fu Xun vs. the poised and spirited rescue team leader Qu Yixian

The first time Fu Xun met Qu Yiyan was in Xi'an. She was choosing sugar paintings through the display window. The light from the glass counter illuminated her brows and eyes, making them shine; she curved her lips, as if she had descended from the heavens after much toil

The second time I saw her was at the Hukou Waterfall on the Yellow River. She was barefoot, her insteps covered in dirt, looking quite grimy. That evening, we stayed overnight in a large dormitory by the river. She hummed a tune while moving her luggage to the upper bunk, asking, "You don't mind if I take the upper bunk, do you?"

On the third time I met her, she was driving a land cruiser, taking passengers around the ring road. At the top of the ridge, amidst wind and snow, she sat in the car with her feet propped up, smiling as she asked, "Things come in threes; you've traveled more than half of China with me. Do you like me?"