The people spent the night at the foot of the huge mountain range. Yang Dao sat in meditation the whole night. He only woke up when Ayaka approached him.
The boy looked at the girl in front of him, bathed in the bright sunlight. His heart was calm and stable like the boulder he sat upon. He asked, "What is it, Coach?"
Ayaka said, "It is time to go. Get ready, we leave in half an hour." her voice was also calm, or at least on the surface. The boy in front of her had surprised her a lot the moment she approached him, she thought that the boy had a halo behind his head. To her, at the moment, Yang Dao looked like a saintly being, who must not be stained by her approach or contact.
