By the time morning came, I still had not slept properly.
Every time I closed my eyes, the scene from earlier returned to my mind again.
Yan Mo walking over quietly.
That sudden kiss.
Then another one.
And after completely destroying my peace of mind—
He calmly said good night and went back to sleep like nothing happened.
Honestly—
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.
The faint morning light slowly filtered through the trees while cold air drifted across the camp. Somewhere nearby, birds had already started making noise among the branches above.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my forehead lightly.
Not far away, the firewood from last night had already gone cold.
Li Shan was awake first as usual. He crouched near the old fire pit while trying to restart the flames using dry grass and smaller branches.
Wu Lian was still asleep with her blanket half kicked away.
Han Li looked even worse.
