**Alone into Danger, Night Journey Shaken**
Lín Xiāoxiāo’s slender figure moved through the night like a phantom. The moonlight was veiled by thin clouds, and the land was shrouded in mist. Only the sound of wind whistling through dry grass, like a mournful cry, could be heard. She clutched her cold sickle tightly, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest, every step taken on the precipice of unknown danger.
The path to the construction site was difficult even in daylight; at night, it was even more treacherous and uneven. She stumbled, relying on her memory and the faint starlight to find her way. Aunt Cuihua’s words, “I can’t go on,” echoed in her mind, fear coiling around her like icy vines. Yet, Xuán Mò’s pale, resolute face gave her the courage to press on. She had to know if he was alright.