The tourist service center was quiet.
Gray beams of light streamed through the windows, and the dust in the room floated and rolled slowly in the air.
Qing Chen remained seated, with the small and weak girl asleep sweetly on his lap.
The young man silently glanced at the little girl, and then at the gradually brightening sky outside.
Most humans spend their entire lives seeking security—enough money, stable relationships, a safe haven. These are sources of security.
However, for people like Qing Chen and Jinguji Maki, they were the least useful.
Qing Chen had sat for six hours and then mercilessly patted the little girl on the head: "Wake up, time to work."
"It's not dawn yet..." Jinguji Maki groggily got up.
"Fold the tent," Qing Chen said calmly.
"I haven't had enough sleep..." the little girl said softly.
Before she could react, Qing Chen had already walked toward the outside of the tourist service center.
