Miao Yi shook his head helplessly, then turned around to gather a large pile of dry branches before starting the fire again. He then felt out a spear from his storage ring, and pierced it through the large piece of meat that Charcoal had thrown over, racking it over the fire to roast.
As for the almost cooked meat in the ash pile, Miao Yi naturally would not eat it. Thus, he picked it up and chucked it in front of Charcoal.
Immediately, Charcoal took a large mouthful and it seemed to fit his palate. Just that relatively to his, the portion of the meat that Miao Yi had seemed too little; he finished it with just two bites.
In the Sea of Constellations, the night was still. Shooting stars trailed in silence through the night sky.
Under the ancient trees shrouding the night sky, fireflies gently and lazily hovered abound. The world was indeed beautiful.
