Everyone was already exhausted. By this time, Fu Jun and Fu Jin had already fallen asleep in Fu Fei's arms. The rest of the family was also deep asleep, the camp quiet and still.
As I stepped into my own cozy spot, I noticed Fu Sheng was still seated nearby, awake, his hands busy with something.
I raised my brows. "Aren't you going to bed?"
He shook his head slightly. "We have so many things in our possession. I can't let anything happen to them, or let anyone steal them."
I looked at him for a moment, then followed his gaze toward the piled bundles and carts not far away. In the dim firelight, everything looked peaceful, but I understood his concern. On a road like this, with exile hanging over us and danger always nearby, carelessness could cost more than sleep.
I sighed softly and lowered myself to sit beside him. "You can't stay awake forever," I said quietly. "If something really happens tomorrow and you collapse from exhaustion, that would be even worse."
