Alanduo was dancing and laughing out loud, her laughter like silver bells. She seemed like a spirit dancing in the night, a playful fairy among the mountains, so stunning that Chen Feng was nearly intoxicated by the sight. Perhaps it was the beauty, and not the wine, that left one drunk, a kind of beauty that was unparalleled.
As Alanduo continued dancing, she suddenly thumped down, foolishly collapsing. Chen Feng quickly caught her in his arms, shaking his head with a bemused smile. This girl had been drinking red wine as if it were fruit juice; how could she not be drunk?
Chen Feng carried her into the tent, helped her into a sleeping bag, and covered her with blankets before stepping outside. From time to time, he could still hear Alanduo's drunken murmurs and silly laughter. What was she dreaming about that made her so happy?
After tidying up the food and washing the dishes, Chen Feng set up a simple Formation around the camp, then crawled into his own tent to sleep.
