A Traveler Is Not a Guest

In the vast sea of ​​people, you and I are just passers-by. In the vast desert, the wind is raging and the sky is full of yellow sand. Logically speaking, it should be deserted. However, in the yellow sand of the sky, a handsome young man in white can be vaguely seen, walking in a certain direction as if strolling in the courtyard. The strong wind mercilessly picked up the yellow sand. His white shirt was also messy in the wind and sand, but he looked indifferent and walked leisurely. Looking in the direction he was heading, he could vaguely see an inn.