Inside the tent, the dim, warm light cast the silhouettes of two figures.
Xu Huan stood by the tent entrance, her fingers twisting absentmindedly at the hem of her shirt, her heart hammering against her ribs like a rapid drumbeat.
Pei Cheng, by contrast, appeared far more composed. He squatted down to neatly arrange the bedding, then looked back at Xu Huan. "Take off your jacket and get in."
Chapter 77