The moonlight was obscured by a thick layer of clouds. The sky, however, wasn't pure black, but rather a deathly, deep gray.
Inside the thatched hut, Wang Wen woke up in a daze. He felt a chill run through his whole body, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
He opened his eyes to take in the situation and found that he had tossed and turned in his sleep, moving his body away from the campfire. As a result, he was thoroughly chilled.
Wang Wen cursed under his breath a few times, then squatted by the campfire, shivering, to warm himself.
The two Fireworkers on night watch glanced at Wang Wen but didn't have the energy to talk to him.
Their gazes swept vigilantly over the deep, endless night, but visibility outside the hut was only about ten meters.
Once Wang Wen had warmed up, he suddenly felt the urge to relieve himself. He couldn't help but clutch his stomach as he walked toward the door.
