The rain had just stopped. The black clouds dispersed, allowing the silver moonlight to fall in soft, scattered streams. As the only woman in the group, Bai Yu was allotted a tent of her own. It was spacious enough for Daju to roll around in. The cat’s belly was rounded and full; when it returned, egg yolk liquid still clung to its whiskers. It licked its paws back and forth before curling up and drifting into a deep sleep.
Bai Yu lay with her hands behind her head, unable to sleep. As a chronic night owl, she found it impossible to drift off without her phone—and even with one, she usually couldn't sleep anyway. She had asked Zhan Fei where she could buy a phone in the vicinity, but he told her it was impossible. There hadn't been any available before, and with the military situation in Myanmar taking a turn for the worse, there was certainly no one selling them now.
Frustrated, Bai Yu returned to her tent. It seemed she would miss out on this wave of internet traffic.
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