No man's island, beach.

Night falls.

Sleeping at night, looking at Bai Moqing's face in surprise and surprise in the light of the jumping fire, I could not imagine that he was such a small white face, and actually would drill wood to make fire.

"Reading." White Moqing, with a calm face, added a little more wood to the blazing fire.

"Look... Reading? " Sleeping at night repeats his words in disbelief.

She thought he would at least go through some field survival training and so on, and he answered that she was reading...

"My uncle has received all kinds of training since he was a child, haven't you?" She...