The morning twilight streaming into the room awakens the sleeping people.
Lu Li slowly woke up, briefly gazed at the gradually familiar ceiling, left the warm bed, and exposed himself to the slightly cool morning air.
Outside, the Agate Lake Camp was gradually coming to life.
To add some wood to the dying fireplace, Lu Li walked out of the wooden hut and checked the sunshine boxes placed under the Annie Tree last night.
A thin layer of sunshine spread on the bottom of the box, yet to evaporate. The sunshine box lasted longer than imagined.
Lu Li emptied the sunshine from the bottom of the box and returned to the hut to check the other three wooden boxes on the table—the stored sunlight had not significantly decreased.
The longer the sunshine box preserves and lasts, the higher its value.
It had already proven its worth—perhaps it could recover the merchants' currency from its slump among the strange.
