The moonlight was like water, and the night was tranquil.
Under the tree, Mo Shangjun sat quietly without changing her posture, her demeanor lazy and casual, as the pen in her hand hesitated intermittently.
She would occasionally glance at Ya Tianxing.
Her gaze would sweep across quickly, but sometimes Ya Tianxing would catch her, and she would calmly and naturally shift her gaze away.
Ya Tianxing concentrated on roasting the rabbit for her, adding a bit of kindling from time to time, and turning the sweet potatoes buried in the charcoal.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
About half an hour later, as Ya Tianxing was turning the rabbit again, he suddenly asked Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun paused with her pen, thought for a moment, and then spoke without raising her head, "South, ten kilometers."
"Ji Ruonan is leaving tomorrow morning," Ya Tianxing said, raising his eyes to look at her.
"I know," Mo Shangjun said in a subdued voice.
