Two hours had passed.
Zhou Moli and Lin Xinmeng still couldn't ignite a fire.
Noticing Lu Yang's situation, Lin Xinmeng looked at Zhou Moli, who was running out of patience, and she suggested, "Lu Yang and the others started a fire. Why don't we borrow it from them?"
Zhou Moli looked at the fire that Lu Mingyu was surrounding and retracted his gaze. He asked with a bit of uncertainty, "Will they agree to it?"
"They will!" Lin Xinmeng nodded confidently before initiating small talk on her own. "Lu Yang and I were high school classmates, so we're pretty close. I'm confident she won't say no if I go."
Zhou Moli was skeptical, but he responded gently, "All right, thank you for your hard work."
"No, no. It's not hard."
Lin Xinmeng ran over to Lu Yang and Lu Mingyu in high spirits.
Wen Jian turned around and looked at the piece of wood that still had no sparks. "Why don't we borrow some from them to light a fire?"
