The sky had completely darkened.
In the dead of night, sitting around the fire, an invisible line seemed to divide them. He Ping'an slept on one side, Gu Lanyin on the other. She took the first watch, and he took the second.
In the latter part of the night, the chill in the mountains grew heavy. Gu Lanyin picked up branches and threw them into the fire, listening to the crackling sounds. Sparks rose in his dark eyes.
As if he had known this day would come.
Staring at the blazing fire, he leaned against the stone wall. The smile on his face faded slightly. His gaze flickered to He Ping'an, and he thought of many old memories, his heart feeling oppressed, struggling to breathe.
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