"I want to tell a ghost story too! I want to tell a horror story too!" As everyone had finished telling their stories and she was the only one left, Beichuan Hui Li immediately jumped up, trying to look like she was ready to tell a story.
But before she could steady herself, she was smacked on the head by Beichuan Si.
She instinctively raised her head, just in time to meet Beichuan Si's eyes.
Beichuan Si said indifferently, "I'll tell you a ghost story on your own."
As he spoke, he pointed towards the other side of the stove, his expression darkening slightly, "The rice is burnt."
...
It was deep into the night.
The mountain wind howled through the ravine, making a sharp 'whoosh' sound.
The girls were sent to sleep by Beichuan Si, but he was still busy.
He was in charge of cleaning up the bowls, skewers, and barbeque rack.
After he had put everything away, Beichuan Si stretched lazily.
But he still didn't go to sleep.
