Wang Fan really didn't expect that even within Huaxia, he had to deal with jet lag.
In Beijing, even when the sun is at its most diligent, it's completely dark by 8:30, but here in the Great Border, it seems like the sun deeply understands the blessing of working 996, and has even surpassed that to reach a 10, 6, 7 schedule.
They were just talking about stargazing, but it wasn't until 10:30 at night that the sun finally set.
Fortunately, Wang Fan and the others had plenty of time, and the sunset glow was truly beautiful.
On the vast grassland, the golden-red sun slowly sank westward, illuminated by the afterglow, dressing the grassland in a layer of orange-red finery.
The river flowed like a silver ribbon through the grassland, its shimmering surface reflecting the orange-red sunset clouds in the sky and the majestic snow-capped mountains in the distance.
