Amidst the chaos, slaughter, and confusion in the western desert, there was a peaceful corner of it. If…
If the distant sounds of explosions and clashing blades beneath the red night sky, with burning outposts in the distance like warm bonfires from some festival, could be called peaceful,
then yes… this place was peaceful.
Under the cover of night, a large white tent had been erected. Inside the tent, many cozy rugs and cloth cushions were arranged on elevated platforms, serving as both sleeping and sitting areas.
There was also a portable cooking stove inside, and it seemed to have been used recently. In the middle of the tent, two figures sat at a table, one small and one large.
It was Wei Chen and the little troublemaker Ningning. On the table was a small bowl of French fries. The two were playing a game of Uno, and the cards had, of course, been drawn by Wei Chen himself.
