***
Upon suddenly seeing her cry as if she had received a major blow, his heart ached, and he called out and ran over with his camera to ask.
Qiao Chutian heard this voice, and his heartstrings felt as if they were plucked forcefully.
He looked up.
Not far ahead, a woman was standing in front of the majestic and towering pyramid, staring blankly at him like a dazed goose.
Even though her face was covered by a veil.
But with his familiarity with her, even if she were wrapped up like a mummy, he would recognize her at a glance.
Xiaomai was actually here.
His heart tightened, but then he saw Qiao Feiyang running over and standing in front of Mai Xiaomai, blocking his view.
"Mai Zi, what's wrong? Is it the sandstorm that's too strong?"
Qiao Feiyang asked with concern, while he took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.
Mai Xiaomai took the handkerchief.
This handkerchief was much like Qiao Chutian's, a black and white checked cotton one.
