Recently, as the weather gradually improved, there were far fewer skirmishes, and the villagers began to feel bold enough to show their faces, increasing their interactions with the camp personnel. Now and then, some villagers would come near the camp to greet everyone, even offering small gifts, but most of these gestures were refused—without a leader's order, no one dared accept them.
That would be a matter for disciplinary action.
Bai Xiao had just finished washing gauze and was drying it on a patch of ground where the sunlight was strongest—these gauze pieces needed to be reused.
She had been here for six months now, and the temperature always remained high, with little distinction between the seasons. She had grown accustomed to this way of life.
Their camp was highly secure! Apart from that one time she went up to the high ground because of an injured soldier, it was virtually impossible to get the chance to go there, and An Zhiyuan could not come down either.
