The Young Maiden gently nodded, her slender, elegant fingers stroking the soft fur of Xiaoyue beside her, her eyes involuntarily brimming with a tender fondness. Afterward, she found a comfortable spot by the campfire and lay down fully clothed to sleep.
All around, the dozen or so guards moved like well-trained cheetahs, swiftly and methodically organizing the night-watch shifts. They stood quietly in the night, their figures resembling silent statues—resolute and steady, like loyal sentinels building an unbreakable defense for this small encampment.
The night sky was like an endless sheet of black silk slipping silently overhead. In the blink of an eye, the faint glow of dawn pierced the darkness like a sharp sword, heralding the arrival of a new day.
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