The cold wind blew at night, making the flames flicker and shimmer against the alternating snores.
In a moment, the flickering flames seemed to freeze still. K's eyes opened from his feigned sleep, his nostrils detecting a faint, alien presence. He scanned his surroundings warily.
A "snap—" the log in the fire cracked, sending sparks flying.
In the corner, Shao Hanchen's mumbled words echoed in his sleep, "Mmm... Don't steal my bread... Don't..."
K cast a glance at him, quickly retracting his gaze and settling back against the tree trunk with folded arms.
Not a meter in front of him, Qin You was staring at him coldly.
*
Qin You speculated that he might have entered Su Junxin's dreamscape in a different form. They existed in two separate spaces, only overlapping when the night fell. While Qin You could see Su Junxin, she, on the contrary, wasn't aware of his existence.
After watching over several nights, he finally remembered who this "K" might be.