She took off her napkin, washed her hands, and sat down at the table, but immediately frowned.
Why is it for two people?
A sudden, inexplicable panic gripped her. She opened her eyes and looked around every corner of the tent, searching several times but finding no one.
So... they were planning to come but haven't arrived yet?
Or perhaps something delayed them, and they left before they had a chance to eat?
Feeling uneasy, Nanqianyue ate a little something and then went to wash up.
When she crawled into bed, intending to numb herself with sleep, she couldn't fall asleep at all.
The unknown fear had been gripping her heart.
After an unknown amount of time, Nanqianyue finally fell into a daze. She was facing inward and could not see what was happening inside the tent.
She could only vaguely feel a cool breeze blowing in, and she shivered slightly as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
After the cool breeze, a faint clinking sound rang out, like the clatter of bowls and chopsticks.
In a daze, the southward-migrating moon was pulled by fear and weariness, and finally entered a nightmare with fear.
In her dream, she kept running because a scalding evil spirit was stuck to her back, and no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't shake it off...
The next day, Nanqianyue arrived at the pharmacy looking exhausted.
Bai Shu and the military doctor were not present. It was learned from the young apprentice that the two of them were having a follow-up appointment in the outpatient clinic area.
"Miss Nan!"
A woman's voice came from behind.
As Nanqianyue turned around, she saw Alan, who had been drowsy the day before, walking briskly toward her with a smile.
The recovery was really fast.
As they approached, Alan's smile became noticeably stiff, and her rather strange gaze lingered on the moonlit sky several times.
Nanqianyue was a little confused. She raised her hand to touch her head and asked, "Is something wrong?"
It's probably too oily!
It feels fine to her touch.
However, she hadn't washed for several days.
"Miss Nan, you... don't know how to comb your hair?" Alan guessed cautiously.
After all, very few women don't know how to comb their hair.
The southward migration suddenly dawned on me; so that's what it was all about.
"I can't." She didn't feel ashamed at all.
On the first day, someone in red helped her comb her hair, but when she arrived in the South District, no one helped her, so she simply braided a slanted braid.
"Let me help the girl comb her hair."
Alan was very enthusiastic and pulled Nanqianyue towards the camp.
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