When Qi Xingzhou earlier entered Nong Chun's tent, he was like a little bride being forced into marriage, curled up in a corner of Nong Chun's tent, his entire being, from the strands of his hair to the soles of his feet, betraying his discomfort.
Now, after entering Jiang Ning's tent, he seemed to adapt much more swiftly, like a lost puppy finally finding its owner, every cell in his body brimming with joy.
He was carrying his climbing backpack on his shoulder, and without waiting for Jiang Ning to remind him, he took the initiative to take out the small fleece blanket from the backpack.
Under the glow of the Small Night Lamp, Qi Xingzhou slept on the other half of the tent, which was empty and spacious.
Jiang Ning saw how conscientious he was and nodded, "Alright, let's make do for tonight."
