The dew drips incessantly in the forest, landing on the body as if it were drizzling, making the hair and clothes extremely damp.
Especially Shen Nie, who gave his coat to Ming Mei, now only wearing a thin shirt. After it's soaked, the icy dew cling to his skin, the coldness seemingly seeping into his bones.
Ming Mei merely looking at him felt cold, yet he seemed to not feel anything at all.
...
It was almost midnight at the headquarters, Lin, who was Shen Nie's inside man, still hadn't seen Huo Er.
He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, unable to do anything.
Suddenly, his superior came to scold him, "Aren't you going to start mapping? Tomorrow we're launching a full counterattack... The blueprints that Mr. Chen needs, if not drawn up, we'll all be subject to military law, do you still want your job?"
"Yes, chief, I'll do it right away."