The campfire burned in this abandoned supermarket, where the pure white Witch always clung to his arm and fell asleep.
The entire world seemed to be left with only the sound of the fire crackling, with no other noise to be heard.
Early the next morning, just as the sky began to lighten, the person beside him started to stir restlessly, waking Xue Dili, whose sleep was already shallow.
"Sorry, brother, I wasn't in a good mental state yesterday. I won't do this again," the Witch bowed to Xue Dili, who waved it off indifferently.
He actually thought of the former Great Sage; the old man, like her, was the last of his kind, so he would often have a bout of madness at such times.
Xue Dili didn't expect her to have quite a stable mindset; her madness wasn't severe, or rather, she adjusted after just one night of it.
