The night was cool as water.
Moonlight pierced through the gaps in the dark clouds, scattering over the babbling river surface, and was then churned into fragments by the waves.
With a slight frown, Xi Mu slowly opened his eyes, leaning against a giant boulder, facing a girl draped in a cloak with shoulder-length curly hair.
There was a fire between them, where the cloaked girl sat on her knees, the light of the flames reflecting off her delicate face.
They looked at each other without speaking.
Xi Mu subconsciously felt around him, seemingly in search of his weapon—a manifestation of his lack of security.
"Please don't move rashly, or you will aggravate your injuries," the cloaked girl said, lowering her eyelids and throwing some wood into the fire.
She could tell that the knight was very tense, presumably because of the previous battle, which had made him wary of anyone.
