The rain had been falling all day without cessation.
Tonight, we could only seek shelter in the temple.
Xie Ruotong ordered the soldiers to gather more dry firewood to ensure the fire would not die out tonight.
She also arranged for her and the soldiers to take turns keeping watch throughout the night.
Being away from home, it was impossible to let down all guards.
The temple was supremely quiet.
At this moment, one of the soldiers was on watch.
The rest were sitting and trying to sleep.
With a pillar behind Song Yanqing, leaning against it was slightly more comfortable.
But still, he couldn't sleep.
He watched Xie Ruotong hug her knees and bury her head in her lap, as if she was asleep.
Another soldier was in the same position, even snoring loudly.
Song Yanqing, since childhood, had never ventured out like this, his memories mainly filled with studying in his own study, with people attending to his eating, dressing, and travel needs.
