The night was deep and pitch-black, with no way to tell how much time remained until dawn.
Ruhuahua had intended to go inside, but her fingertips hesitated the moment they brushed against the felt of the tent. Knowing that Zhongli Ting was always a light sleeper, she feared waking him. She let out a soft breath and ultimately sat down in a wind-sheltered nook outside the tent.
*It must be almost dawn, right?* she thought.
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