Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, evening had arrived. Unlike the furious Zhang Yu and his companions, Lin Chuan and the other two were gathered around a campfire, eating barbecue.
The three of them had maintained a mutual silence up to this point. Ever since Zhao Gao had arrived, all three of them had tacitly stopped talking, merely staring wide-eyed at the campfire. Lin Chuan had little appetite; he simply used his hands to turn the roasting meat over the flames. Lin Yan sat close to Lin Chuan's side, her small hand instinctively gripping his sleeve as her big eyes stared intently at the meat roasting over the fire. From time to time, she was hand-fed by Lin Chuan, a look of utter bliss plastered across her face as she long since forgot all about the morning's incident.
Zhao Gao, on the other hand, felt rather depressed. At this point, he didn't even know whether he should leave. He desperately wanted to ask Lin Chuan some questions, but the words stuck in his throat, leaving him no way to broach the subject.
Chapter 117