At night, fearing that embers might spark and ignite the straw, the beggars extinguished the fire and then huddled together, wrapping themselves with straw to sleep.
An Youyou monopolized the best spot, sprawled out and fell asleep. Once everyone was asleep and their breaths became steady, she suddenly sat up with a dissatisfied look, peering through the barely present roof to glance at the bright moon.
Then, she took out her treasured cloth bundle from her bosom, carefully scrutinizing the British Pounds in the moonlight, holding them as if they represented some sort of summer resolution, she sighed deeply and wrapped them up.
Finally, An Youyou lay down in a huff, rolling restlessly to make some noise, then angrily glanced at Jiang Weiguo, who was a bit away from her.
She got up, walked over to Jiang Weiguo's side, kicked him, and when he didn't wake, Jiang Weiguo merely turned over, making An Youyou feel satisfied and go back to sleep.
