When night completely fell, the island was far from silent. The sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed, a truly immersive experience.
On the deserted island, there was no light save for the halo cast by the campfire at Qiao An's feet.
Sheng Bai, having finished tidying up their trash, cautiously poked his head out of the tent and whispered, "There aren't any wild animals out at night, are there?"
Standing by the campfire and gazing into the endless night, Qiao An couldn't help but laugh. She pointed a finger at the three bound, foolish thieves.
"No way. If there were any large predators, would these three still be alive?"
'There are plenty of wild animals on this island, yet this father and his two sons still managed to starve themselves into skin and bones. They clearly haven't run into any real danger here.'
