His voice was low and he said indifferently, "Don't get too happy too soon. Today is just the first day, and food is sufficient. During the desert crossing, there won't be any food supply, and the food will become less and less."
So, today's feast is just the beginning?
Sophie Sullivan's smile stiffened. Annoyed, she took a sip of her beer. "I take back what I just said."
The thought of the increasingly arduous days ahead made Sophie Sullivan's scalp tingle.
After drinking a can of beer, Sophie Sullivan raised her hand, spreading her fingers towards the starry sky. She tilted her head, a wistful smile on her lips and her eyes misty. "I wonder if there are any meteors to make wishes on..."
In the flickering firelight, her profile was as beautiful and unbelievably delicate as an aged painting.
Thomas Shannon squinted, a smile playing on his lips. "What do you want to wish for?"
