Fang Beidou stayed at the printing press all the way till wee hours of the morning. Seeing that everything was running smoothly and everyone was working without needing him there, Fang Beidou breathed easy and walked out of the printing press.
The stars shone brightly above him. Mount Longqi was very quiet now. There was only the sound of leaves rustling and insects chirping. In the distance, the capital city was still lit up. For some reason, Fang Beidou felt that tonight seemed to be brighter than usual.
"It would be strange if the people in the capital could have a good night's sleep!" Fang Beidou murmured and felt his stomach. A few hours ago, he felt hungry but now although he hadn't eaten anything, the sense of hunger disappeared after rush hour. He looked down and thought of Yan Liqiang and couldn't help but walk down the mountain.
