By the time Baiyue had read up to this point, Tangmo couldn't help but yawn, then naturally leaned against Luo'er. Luo'er pulled back the curtain to look outside the window, only to find that the sky had dimmed. It seemed that darkness was fast approaching.
Everyone had been listening to the story all day on the road, so by evening, they couldn't help yawning frequently.
"Let's continue reading next time!" Luo'er suggested to Baiyue.
Baiyue glanced at all the others and then at him. She agreed with a nod, closed the notebook, and placed it in her bag.
As nightfall approached, the group made a campfire on an open field by the road, with Luo'er preparing a stew for the team. Before long, a rich aroma wafted from the pot. Hu Daoke took a bite of the tough black bread, washed it down with the flavorful soup, and instantly felt warmth spreading throughout his body.
Cheng Ziang looked at him gulping down the food, rolled his eyes, and sat quietly with his cheeks in his hands.
