However, even in such harsh conditions, the disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association did not show the slightest bit of slack, their work never ceased.
Some of them were intently mending the tents damaged in the fierce battle, each stitch sewn with utmost care; others were meticulously sorting through the captured weapons, polishing each blade and sword, restoring them to a cold gleam.
Every face was glowing with the joy of victory, smiles blossoming like flowers in the springtime, radiant and fervent.
Their eyes sparkled with beautiful aspirations for the future, like stars twinkling in the midnight sky, shining brightly.
Even in this cold night, with the bitter wind, it could not dampen the burning passion and hope in their hearts.
The campfire wavered in the cold wind, the firelight reflecting on their faces, adding a touch of warmth and vitality.
Shi Feiyang paused, his posture as straight as a pine, he slowly turned his head towards Qi Meizhen.
