After eating and drinking her fill, Qi Xiang felt drowsy.
She let out a lazy yawn and squinted her eyes. A glance at the time showed it was 3:30 a.m. Not wanting to bother with the trek back to camp, she just got a sleeping bag and a waterproof mat from Gu Xi and lay down by the fire.
Wei Heng sighed and began efficiently cleaning up the pots and pans.
Gu Xi sat sideways by the fire, casually tossing a few branches into the flames. The firelight illuminated one side of her face, leaving the other in shadow and obscuring the expression in her eyes.
Out in the wilderness, beneath a sky full of stars, there was a moment when all surrounding sounds receded like the tide, leaving the world in profound silence.
In this quiet, Gu Xi gazed down at the small green sprout on her fingertip and couldn't help but recall her conversation with Qee Ran before she left that morning.
"Xiaoxi, before you returned, many people thought your comeback would unleash a bloodbath at the Central Base..."
