The drinking went on late into the night until the twin moons reached the zenith, and only then did the two old men leave one after the other.
Durin escorted Mo Qianqiu to the hotel door and then sent the old Enrique through the Teleportation Gate.
Stepping out of the teleportation center, Durin extended his hand, and Anta naturally wrapped her arm around Durin's.
The night was deep, and on the streets, only the streetlights and some windows still lit up remained; beyond that, the night reigned over the land beneath their feet.
The city was silent and soundless, except for the howling wind, the only audible sounds were the faint breathing of Durin and Anta.
"The streets are so quiet, it's as if you can hear your own heartbeat," Anta reflected beside Durin as she gazed at the twin moons atop the sky, "Chang Tang had poets who said, 'The ancients don't see the moon of today, yet today's moon once shone upon the ancients.' It's really quite meaningful."
