In the crackling sound of the burning specialty oil, Xu Yuan slept peacefully, as the dancing flames cast long shadows of the three people on the dark inner walls of the corridor.
A night without words.
The cave dwelling knew no distinction between day and night; waking up was the beginning of the day.
Silently propping up his body, Xu Yuan got up to wash up on his own.
Without water, he used the expensively precious Spiritual Liquid instead.
Washing his face, rinsing his mouth, tidying up his disheveled clothes.
Life needs a sense of ritual.
After everything was done, Xu Yuan glanced at the two women who were still sitting beside the fire.
Bai Muxi sat obediently with a straight back next to the fire, but her beautiful eyes stared intently at the Spiritual Liquid he used to wash up with, seemingly distressed that he was wasting such a valuable resource.
