After dinner, Shen Tang didn't rush to sleep. She lay outside the tent, looking at the stars, a leaf shaped like a willow leaf in her mouth, blowing a tuneless song.
The deep blue sky was filled with a vast river of stars, the crescent moon resembling a small boat. Nearby beastmen had all rested, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sounds of insects and birds could be heard. The night breeze gently brushed against her hair, allowing her to savor the beauty of the moment.
Soon, Shen Tang yawned, and a tall figure descended over her, bending down to scoop her into his arms.
As the temperature plummeted in the late night, Xue Yinzhou held Shen Tang and returned to the tent to rest.
There were still two tents left empty, more than enough for Xiao Jin, Jia Lan, and Lu Xiao.
