Chasing Stars in the Sand Sea

Deep in the desert, the sky is filled with yellow sand. Wu Xie, who has just emerged as the "Evil Emperor", is confronting Li Cu and others, and the atmosphere is as solid as substance. But a figure was carrying a professional skateboard, "surfing" on the sand dunes, and recklessly broke into the center of this dangerous whirlpool. Mu Wanqing, 22 years old, is a genius in the Department of Architecture at Zhejiang University. She wears a neat jacket that cannot hide her stunning appearance and slender figure. She opened her big, clear and innocent eyes like a deer, and accurately "lost" behind Wu Xie. Her fingertips gently grasped the corner of his clothes, and her voice was soft and crying: "Brother... I'm scared, who are they?" Li Cu and others looked at this "uninvited guest" with exaggerated acting skills and were speechless for a moment. Wu Xie frowned and glanced at the skateboard on her shoulder and her face that was obviously too clean after a long journey, and by some strange combination of circumstances, she protected the person behind her. He thought it was just an unexpected interlude in the desert, a beautiful trouble that needed to be protected. However, the trouble seems to have caught up with him. She always appeared "just in time" when he needed her - using that skateboard to cushion him from quicksand dangers, deciphering exquisite tomb mechanisms with designs that looked like random scribblings, and even used her astonishing driving skills to drive him out of danger when he was being tracked. Sometimes she was so confused that it made people hold their foreheads, and sometimes she showed a light as sharp as a blade. The doubts in Wu Xie's heart are getting thicker and thicker. Who is she? Until a temporary escape, Wu Xie found a photo with slightly curled edges in the middle of Mu Wanqing's old sketchbook that never left her. It was many years ago in the corridor of the Department of Architecture of Zhejiang University, and there was an unnoticed silhouette of my young self. On the back of the photo, there is a line of small words that are delicate but can penetrate the back of the paper. The ink is old: "I found you, my star.