"Go to sleep for tonight,"
"Yes!"
Lin Qi stared at Mo Shangjun for a moment before responding decisively.
Seeing her agree, Mo Shangjun shrugged and walked briskly toward the door.
But, just as she took two steps forward—
"Report!"
Lin Qi suddenly spoke again, her voice clear and forceful.
"What now?"
Mo Shangjun frowned impatiently, glancing lazily at her.
"When does it start tomorrow?" Lin Qi asked seriously.
"... Four-thirty."
"Yes!"
Lin Qi responded formally.
Mo Shangjun touched her left ear, walked past Lin Qi, and lifted the tent flap to go inside.
*
The next day, at four-thirty.
True to her biological clock, Mo Shangjun opened her eyes on time.
It was still dark outside, even the lights were turned off; outside the moonlight shone like water, but inside the tent, it was pitch black.
