The temperature deep in the mountains was already lower than it was at the foot of the mountains, but it also became even colder at night. Yan Ze was still injured. Even though he was covered in several layers of clothing, they were of thin fabric and wouldn't be enough to keep out the cold.
The sky had already darkened. Fortunately, this ravine happened to be under a shroud of moonlight. It was just bright enough to make out the surrounding terrain.
Qin Yiling quickly gathered some dry firewood from nearby and stacked them into a firewood pile. Alas, just when she was about to start the fire, she came to a realization.
She hadn't brought a lighter!
How frustrating!
Just as she had thought–her mother's mobile storage space was still the most useful! Why didn't she have one too? Once again, she felt a thousand times envious! She had no choice but to resort to the most primitive method of starting a fire.
