Winter midnight, it was quiet, except for the whistling northwest wind, there was no sound at all, so if someone knocked on the door in the dead of night, it was particularly striking.
Zhan Jing was feeling all kinds of discomfort today. She used to sleep comfortably with a new cotton quilt, but tonight she's covered with an old quilt that Zhan Jing found from who knows where, making her feel all sorts of discomfort.
Even if it's uncomfortable, she can only endure it. However, at this point, how come Gong Dajiang and his wife haven't arrived yet? Did Zhao Gang mistake someone?
The likelihood seems small upon reflection, there's the Southern accent, they're looking for Gong Tao, plus Zhao Gang recognized their appearance, usually they wouldn't make a mistake.
Zhan Jing, lying on the kang, still wondered if they might have been eaten by animals coming down the mountain at midnight.
