Draped in a thick cloak of darkness, Gu Shenwei felt quite at ease.
Han Fen was sitting in her tent and happily sewing with a handful of rags while humming simple, merry nursery rhymes.
But the lyrics sent shivers down one's spine upon hearing them: Peel off the skin, open the chest, place the viscera in a row. Slice the flesh, cut off the head, find the heart …
She turned her head and smiled with joy as she said, "Ehh, it's the Dragon King. How are you? I've had a little too much for supper tonight. The mutton took up too much room in my stomach. Can we find a way to get some vegetables?"
"I'll find a way."
"Hee, that's great. Look, I made this."
