The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the tent in a dim haze. Only a few rays of weak moonlight seeped through the tent's seams, sketching mottled light and shadow on the ground.
The surroundings were silent, and the distant bird calls and the gentle sound of waves caressing the beach, which had been drowned out by the daytime hustle, were now especially clear, like a rhythm for the tranquility.
Their gentle breaths intertwined, quietly echoing within this small space, immersing the entire world in a state of extreme peace.
In this silence, time slipped away quietly. A good ten minutes passed without either of them making a sound.
Finally, Sophie couldn't hold back and broke the silence first, softly calling out, "Hey, Li Jing, are you asleep?"
Her voice gently reverberated in the dim tent, carrying a thread of unnoticed anxiety.
In the darkness, Li Jing turned over, his voice emerging from the sleeping bag, "What's up?"
