After the host briefly explained the rules, the group still had their complaints, but seeing that it would only last a week, they knew the production team would not take things too far. Rooms had all been prepared, too.
Taking the attitude that they were already here anyway, they accepted it well enough. All they had to do was find some food in the woods, so they treated it as an outing.
It was already December, and winter had arrived. Though there was no snow in these southern woods, and it could not compare to the dry cold of the north.
The damp chill in the mountain forest was like fine, densely packed silver needles, piercing flesh little by little, seeping into every gap with an agonizing discomfort.
The host brought out a wooden box and had everyone draw lots one by one to divide them into two teams.
The drawing ended.
Wen Yanyu, Fu Zhiyan, Duan Mufeng, and Chu Xingbai were in Team A, while Jiang Wanrou, Lu Mingxu, Sang Huairen, and Sang Yu were in Team B.
Of the four cabins the production team had prepared, Jiang Wanrou and Sang Yu were assigned to share one directly, while the remaining three were still allocated by drawing lots.
Soon, the final round of room assignments ended as well.
Wen Yanyu looked at the little blue ball in his hand, swept his gaze quickly over the group, and finally settled on Fu Zhiyan, who was holding another little blue ball.
Their eyes met.
Fu Zhiyan hid the weariness in his eyes and gave him a gentle smile.
Meeting those eyes that always felt familiar, Wen Yanyu jolted, nodded back, and quickly looked away.
His whole demeanor suggested he wanted as little contact with him as possible.
Fu Zhiyan lowered his