"Or, should we go take a look?" Duan Yunfei suggested.
Shen Qinglan slightly shook her head, lying flat on the other side of Duan Wenxuan, she said, "It's so late, better not disturb them. Let's ask in the morning."
Duan Yunfei nodded slightly and also lay down.
He stared at the dark roof and after a while, softly said, "Do you think we'll get through tonight safely?"
Shen Qinglan chuckled lightly and did not answer his question.
Duan Yunfei let out a laughter, that seemed sarcastic, and whispered, "Sleep, let's rest while we can."
After saying that, he turned to his side, reached over his son, and pulled his wife into his arms.
Shen Qinglan smiled slightly and then began to close her eyes to rest.
Around midnight, suddenly there was movement on the roof.
Over on this side, Xuan Ying, who was lying still on the bed with eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
"What's the matter?"
In the darkness, Le Zhao's tired, hoarse voice came through.
