Flap… Flap… Flap!
The tent's canvas flapped incessantly as the strong winds blew over it without rest.
Inside, a bright flame crackled, warming up the interior of the tent.
However, unlike the bright flames, the expressions of the two individuals sitting around it were far from bright.
Both Yi Chen and Gao Zhen were sitting at opposite ends, their eyes glued to the dancing flames, lost in their thoughts.
The glimmer of hope that had taken root in their eyes was no longer present, and, in its place, disappointment had sown its seeds.
'So, it's going to take several years, huh…' Yi Chen thought while exhaling deeply, his eyes fixed on the flames.
Another few minutes passed with no words being exchanged. Immersed in their thoughts, they were battling with uncertainties.
*Snicker*
Gao Zhen suddenly started snickering, attracting Yi Chen's attention.
