Time passed.
One second turned to ten, and thirty turned to a minute, but despite that, no words were exchanged between the two.
The only audible sound inside the tent was the constant crackling of the flames, accompanied by the fluttering of the tent canvas as the cold wind blew over it.
'Just why isn't he starting…'
After the one-minute mark, Gao Zhen had begun to grow uncomfortable with each passing second and had started biting her lip in uncertainty as she kept glancing towards Yi Chen, who was leisurely drying his feet in front of the fire.
'…is he testing my patience on purpose?' she thought with irritation welling up in her heart.
Meanwhile, unlike what Gao Zhen was thinking, Yi Chen was really immersed in warming up his toes.
'It feels so much better now…' he thought in a pleased manner while stretching out his toes, basking in the comforting heat of the flames.
