Having had their fill of food and drink, the group planned to sleep here before continuing on their journey. The graveyard was cool and shady as Qinghe pulled out a thick garment from her large backpack, waved her hand to Xiang Lanlan, and they snuggled together for warmth, covering themselves with the garment, which was not too cold to bear. Besides, both of them were thin, and Qinghe had deliberately chosen a slightly larger piece of clothing that naturally wrapped around them both.
Fu Min hugged her shoulders and rubbed her arms together. While walking, she hadn't felt cold, but as soon as she stopped, the chilly and eerie cold set in. She looked enviously at the pair of Qinghe, thinking that although she had many friends, if it were in this situation, everyone would likely only care for themselves and not bother with others.
