In the deep of the night, everyone in the tent had fallen asleep, but Fu Ying couldn't by Shen Liguang's side.
She suddenly thought of something and asked him, "How about Auntie?"
"She left that morning to visit her hometown."
Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sleep now. In a few days, there will be a relief vehicle leaving, and we'll follow it back."
Fu Ying looked up at him: "How long? School has already started."
"That's okay, you're a special case," Shen Liguang gently patted the blanket over her, trying to soothe her to sleep, "If you can't keep up with the studies later, I'll tutor you."
"I'm studying Chinese Language and Literature."
Shen Liguang 'tsk'ed and frowned, turned over, and kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep."
Fu Ying curled up in her blanket and obediently said, "Okay."
