Scholar Lv, shivering from the cold, was jolted awake. He sleepily glanced at the campfire and saw that its embers were nearly out, then shot an annoyed look at Gouwa, who was supposed to be on watch. The pointy-nosed, monkey-faced man was nodding off with his head drooping, clearly having fallen asleep long ago.
Still, Scholar Lv didn't dare go over and scold him, as his own father had already warned him. These men were his future bodyguards, and if he wanted to keep traveling with them, he couldn't afford any clashes and had to handle them carefully.
With a disgruntled expression, Scholar Lv crawled up, threw enough firewood onto the campfire, and then burrowed back under his quilt.
But just as he closed his eyes, not even a few seconds later, he felt his father poking him with a tobacco pipe.
"Hey brat, hurry up and wake up! Go fetch water by the river, dawn's about to break."
Scholar Lv let out a wail, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and pulled it over his head.
