The sound of night insects filled the peaceful atmosphere without any disturbance, some residents in this brotherhood had already closed both eyes, diving into dreamland.
But not many of them are still awake, most of the thoughts that fill the contents of the head are like what is afflicted by Renxian.
The man was now brooding in front of the bonfire, the moving light was dancing to the rhythm of the wind, creating a shadow on Renxian's face that looked not cheerful, but anxious.
Not only had he now learned that Kirisu had a hand in saving his mother, but he also knew another fact his father certainly wanted him destroyed.
"Can't sleep?" The woman with black hair that was left unruly came out of the tent, carrying a bottle in her hand. "You should rest, sweetheart."
Renxian noticed his mother who was now sitting next to him on the trunk, wearing casual black hanfu. "You too," Renxian responded, trying to give a warm smile.
