Daybreak, in ten hours.
At eight in the morning, the faint light of dawn appeared on the horizon, followed by the bustling voices and aroma of roasted bread that awakened the sleeping camp.
Luo Yan and Sarah had a simple breakfast with Taufu on the first floor of the inn.
Perhaps it was because the "serenades" echoing through the inn last night were too disturbing, Sarah's usually expressionless face now showed a rare and barely noticeable weariness.
She was the only one who didn't sleep well.
"Sarah, you look tired," Luo Yan said gently, putting down the barley tea in his hand, "If you need to, we can stay here for another day to rest."
Hearing they might stay another day, Sarah was suddenly a bit panicked, quickly straightening her drooping waist and spine.
"That's not necessary, Your Highness."
"But..."
