Chapter 44 Selling Watermelons When Bones Can't Be Sold_1

Yan Fei did nothing in the night, wrestling with his thoughts till dawn.

The weak light from a single candle in the cave could only illuminate a small area, making the rest of the cave appear even more mysterious and deep.

Hearing the faint sounds of waves and the occasional cry of a Pterosaur from the entrance, Yan Fei grew increasingly conflicted.

Although the temperature outdoors would have dipped below freezing at this time of year, inside the cave, a torn straw mat was sufficient to ward off the chill.

Next to the mat, lay a box where Yan Fei had been storing his money. It was filled with cash notes of different denominations, from one to fifty to a hundred yuan bills.

Yan Fei did nothing all night, ultimately falling asleep amidst his turbulence of thoughts.