The moment she heard Chu He mention that the situation here could change at any moment, a flicker of panic flashed through Xiang Xiufang's eyes.
Any thought of persuading Chu He to go rest vanished without a trace.
She knew perfectly well that if something unexpected were to happen,
this young but unfathomably profound Mr. Chu before her
was undoubtedly their only lifeline,
the pillar of support who could shelter them from the storm.
Night, like a mysterious giant in a black robe,
held the entire world in its tight embrace.
Time was a silent, dark river, flowing inexorably onward,
making the night grow ever deeper and thicker.
Zheng Bolan and Zheng Xuezhen struggled to keep their leaden eyelids open, their consecutive yawns jarring in the silent night.
Although a tide of exhaustion threatened to overwhelm them,
the intense curiosity and fear they felt for this mysterious construction site acted like a bright lamp, dispelling some of their drowsiness.
