Ning Youguang didn't speak.
In the end, after a long silence, she embraced Shi Wangyue.
Her hand rested on his back, gently stroking his stiff body as she had done countless times in childhood, until he relaxed.
After a while.
She gently said, "Good night."
This night accompanied by the sounds of frogs and cicadas.
Moonlight filtered through the sheer window, casting a soft glow inside the tent.
On this night, Ning Youguang slept well, and Shi Wangyue did not suffer from insomnia.
They both had beautiful dreams.
...
Being awakened by the sunrise and birds is completely different from being woken by an alarm clock.
At six o'clock in the morning.
The entire campsite's greenery gradually awoke under the gentle kiss of the sunlight.
Everything around was so pure that it was refreshing, like a light ink painting, filled with the pleasant scent of fresh grass.
