Several men slept under the open sky, only setting up a tent for Meng Qianqian, Ban Xia, and Tan'er to rest.
Three people squeezed into one tent, yet it felt distinctly different.
Tan'er cuddled into Meng Qianqian's arms, burrowing her head into her neck, careful not to press against her belly, but she couldn't resist placing a hand on it, wanting to feel the baby's movement.
Ban Xia was mending a large Luminous Pearl.
Among the group, only she was skilled in needlework, and with all the bumps and falls in the desert, damage was inevitable.
Meng Lang had the most torn clothes.
No choice, as he was the one carrying the burden.
After finishing her stitching, she turned and saw Meng Qianqian awake, looking gently and calmly at her.
A thought stirred in her heart as she asked in surprise, "Miss? Is the candle too bright, keeping you awake?"
Meng Qianqian shook her head slightly and patted the spot beside her.
