Yin Meng sat on the second floor railing, holding a pack of preserved plums, she was keeping watch.
From time to time, she would lower her head to look at the young man sitting by the campfire below, who was deep in thought.
Every time Li Zhiyuan reached out for a piece of wood to toss into the campfire, Yin Meng would also pop a piece of preserved plum into her mouth.
With the wood crackling in the fire, she would savor the preserved plum with a smacking of her lips.
Everyone else was asleep.
The firelight shone on the young man's face, alternating between light and shadow.
Xue Liangliang wrapped in a blanket, came over and sat down next to Li Zhiyuan.
"Brother Liangliang, you should go to sleep."
"Even if I slept well, I wouldn't be of much help. I'd rather sit with you for a while."
Li Zhiyuan nodded.
"Xiao Yuan, are you worried about the current situation?"
"Not really."
