Zhi Wan added firewood to the campfire as she gazed at the distant stars. In the background, she could hear the flowing river and the rustling of the wind through the forest.
She had been a little afraid at first, but the firelight before her eased her fear.
She considered getting up to look for the man several times, but she held back.
'He's so capable. He'll surely be fine.'
Zhi Wan comforted herself and added more wood to the fire.
About half an hour later, the man returned, carrying several cleaned fish.
The knot of anxiety in Zhi Wan's chest loosened. She stared at the fish in his hands, completely stunned. "You actually caught fish."
The man sat down beside her. After skewering the fish on a branch, he placed them over the fire to roast. "There's no shortage of fish in the river," he said. "But without any oil or salt, they might taste a bit plain."
"Having something to eat is good enough," Zhi Wan said reassuringly.
In her eyes, this man was very skilled at survival.
