Meanwhile, Quincy stayed up the whole night, guarding his tent.

Thea, on the other hand, slept soundly.

It was already the next day when she woke up.

She rolled over, sat up, and picked up her phone. Seeing that it was eight in the morning, she slapped her forehead and cursed herself remorsefully, “Thea, you good-for-nothing!”

She quickly got out of bed, fixed her messy hair, and walked out of the tent.

Outside, the campfires were still burning.

James was sitting in his wheelchair with Qui