Shouldn't be...
A campfire and a pile of charcoal have been neatly taken care of. There's no way she could have managed this, especially with her hangover headache, so last night's Mo Shangjun must have been real.
But, where is she?
Liang Zhiqiong stood up from the ground, intending to check around, but she got up too quickly and almost stumbled on the spot.
"Awake?"
Suddenly, Mo Shangjun's lazy voice came through.
Quickly turning her head, Liang Zhiqiong saw Mo Shangjun walking from the riverside, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Yeah."
Liang Zhiqiong nodded, then stretched lazily.
Even after sleeping a few hours on the ground, she somehow felt refreshed.
—Ah, as long as my head doesn't hurt.
"Here, go wash up."
Getting closer, Mo Shangjun threw a willow twig and a small packet of salt to her.
