Qinghan 'took care of' Baozi and continued to discuss serious matters with the captain.
They set up machines by the lake, busy clanging and banging until dawn.
The evaporation of the lake water spared the captain a big trouble, Qinghan went down the tomb with a team in the morning, saying it was to eliminate bugs.
The captain personally came to the medical tent to see me and brought freshly cooked porridge for the sick.
He chatted with me for a bit, didn't ask sensitive questions, just casual talk, but he kept a smile on his face that made my scalp tingle.
"Alright, you take a good rest, Chen will be back soon, and when he does, he'll feed you."
"Thank you."
"We're on the same team, no need to be polite." The captain left the tent with a wide smile on his face.
How terrifying is it when a burly man, with dark skin and a slanted scar at the corner of his eye, wears a 'kind' smile?
