The fire gradually died, leaving behind several weak sparks.
They had run out of firewood.
Despite coiling behind the stone wall to avoid the cold wind, her hands had long gone numb, and there seemed to be a thin layer of ice on her face; each of her lashes was frozen and even the simple act of blinking her eyes became somewhat tough.
As she rubbed her hands together and blew at them, she raised her head to look at the night scenery.
Youyou was taking a nap while leaning against his brother.
Mu Yichen, meanwhile, was leaning against the stone wall. He wore an outer jacket, previously given to him by the scar-faced man.
He felt something hard in one of the pockets when he put his hands in them for warmth.
He was surprised to see that it was a photo upon taking it out.
In the photo was a cute girl standing in an amusement park with a bright and warm smile on her face.
