Whoo—
The gap in the wall was blocked by a bedsheet, the door was reattached to the frame, and the window was nailed shut with wooden planks.
The whistling sounds of the wind passing through the crevice rose in the calm and warm cabin.
"Huff..."
Lu Li blew away the steam from the kettle and took a small sip.
The warmth flowed into his throat and spread throughout his body.
Drip-drip—drip-drip—
The woolen coat and trousers that hung behind the door dripped water, while the boots were buckled against the wall. The holster containing the Spirit-Calling Gun lay quietly beside Lu Li, drying off the moisture.
Lu Li, wearing only a wrung-out shirt and shorts, sat barefoot by the fire, his expression tranquil.
Anna sat opposite, holding Little Rainer's diary. Perhaps out of shyness, or maybe because of the firelight, a hint of redness appeared on her pale, delicate cheeks.