Xiao Jinyan lifted the stone and looked closely, the characters were small but clearly visible.
It bore the inscription "Xiao Jiu."
"Who is Xiao Jiu?"
As Xiao Jinyan was wondering, he looked up and scanned the inside of the tent but didn't see Shen Chuwei's figure. Thinking that she had gone to bathe and hadn't come out for so long,
he stood up with the rosary in his hand and walked towards the area behind the screen. "Shen Chuwei?"
There was no answer.
Xiao Jinyan knew her fairly well, she wouldn't ignore him. With a sense of puzzlement, he quickened his pace to the back of the screen, and saw in the bath barrel, only the top of a shiny black head and a pair of jade-white shoulders poking out, her long hair spilling down like a waterfall.
She had her eyes tightly closed and was clearly asleep.
To think she always loved her sleep. Having ridden for several hours today and then cooked back at camp, it was no wonder she fell asleep from exhaustion.
