Late at night.
Jiang Lu slept on the bunk above Lv Qing's, diagonally above Zhu Zhen, covered with a small quilt, hands clutching the edges of the quilt, lying flat, very well-behaved, just that his eyes were wide open.
Beside him was a cellphone, ready for live streaming, just a gentle tap away from going live.
However, he didn't start yet, because Lv Qing was incessantly talking about the hardships of life at Mount Kunlun.
These were not what the fans wanted to see, nor were they suitable for public disclosure.
Jiang Lu thought that listening to her for a bit would be enough, but unexpectedly, she recounted the entire process of starting from scratch and finally making it through, in the form of a personal memoir or biography to him.
