In the blink of an eye, night arrived.
Darkness shrouded the mountain forest, but fortunately, the spot the production crew had found for everyone was not deep in the woods. The moonlight overhead was not completely blocked out, the campfire crackled, and a small pot sat over the flames, heating water.
Their surroundings were brightly lit and not cold, almost giving it the feel of a picnic. Even the day's exhaustion eased considerably.
Everyone held the large portions of instant noodles the crew had handed out, slurping away while making pointed or offhand complaints about the production team to the cameramen and cameras.
They made absolutely no attempt to hide their relentless, point-blank roasting.
Meanwhile.
Inside the dim makeshift shelter.
After taking his medicine, his appetite was hardly good, and he could not eat much. The instant noodles the crew provided came in large portions, too, and he would not be able to finish a whole serving himself.
Knowing no one here would eat his leftovers, and unable to bring himself to leave food uneaten, he casually made the excuse that he was not hungry.
Wen Yanyu slowly finished half an apple, took off his overcoat, and lay down early on the extremely rudimentary little bed inside the shelter.
The staff had thrown the shelters together out of wood. Each had only one low bed, roughly 1.2 meters wide, just barely enough for two people to squeeze onto.
A night-vision camera was secured overhead with a simple mounting.
Compared with the north, the nighttime temperature was not cold. Although the boards blocked most of the chilly wind and the crew had provided warm quilts, for someone like him, who was sensitive to the cold...
Wen Yanyu tucked his head down and rolled toward the inside of the bed, curling into