The young man watched Chen Han's retreating back, let out a long sigh, and silently followed him.
His name was Lu Yu. Nineteen years old, he had just graduated from the Training Camp this year as a Night Watchmen recruit. Because he had performed poorly in his graduation assessment, he had been assigned to Team 332, stationed in Anta County...
When he stepped into that rundown Forest Ranger Station and saw Chen Han wandering out of his room in a heavy coat, along with the thin layer of frost inside the building, he felt that his future was utterly bleak.
A ruined city, a dilapidated building, and a team with one—and only one—member.
Of course, after he joined, there were two people.
Life in the far north was practically a nightmare for Lu Yu, a native southerner. It was only after arriving in Anta County that he understood what it meant for dripping water to freeze solid, what true mortal cold was...
The only things they had to ward off the cold, aside from their rather unreliable heating, were a few shabby little stoves.
Fortunately, Captain Chen Han was a decent man and took good care of him in daily life. But Lu Yu truly could not stand the harsh environment here. He simply could not imagine how Chen Han had survived alone in this place for so long.
Didn't he find it miserable?
Lu Yu had only been in Team 332 for a month and a half, yet he had already secretly written three transfer applications. Before he could submit them to the Night Watchmen higher-ups, this sudden upheaval shattered all his hopes.
The Wind God, beyond the border, the mist, that eerie ghostly glow...
Lu Yu had never imagined that all the things ordinary Night Watchmen might never