At the third watch of the night, all was silent.
The winter wind brushed against the surrounding forests, creating a rustling sound. In the military tents, the snoring of the soldiers of the Chen Army was thunderous, while the patrolling soldiers, blowing into the night wind, subconsciously tightened their sleeves and hugged their arms.
Outside the commander's tent, Chen Mo gazed at the flickering lights on the distant city walls, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Footsteps approached from behind, and a cloak was draped over Chen Mo's shoulders.
"It's already midnight, what are you thinking about?" Xia Zhining, who had just woken up and found no one by her side, put on a cloak to come out and check, only to see Chen Mo in a single garment gazing at the distant Bing City in the cold wind.
"The weather is getting colder, it seems winter is coming early."
