That night, Liangchen slept as peacefully as a child, but Yu Luo felt suffocated and restless in this cramped cave. So, after setting up a protective barrier for him, she went out for a walk alone.
Because of the water-mist illusion outside the formation, the full moon was hazy, casting only a pale, ghostly halo. A sea breeze swept past, and the fishing nets hung out to dry on poles made a slight, rustling sound.
A dozen or so bonfires were scattered across the beach. Men sat together chatting, women mended clothes by the firelight, and a dozen children played happily and carelessly, riding bamboo horses.
Chapter 231