For months, the three of them lived like wandering beasts. They did not dare go to any tribe, fearing that Su Qinglan would start causing trouble there.
And in the end, they would only be kicked out. The Fox Tribe was willing to tolerate her, but others… they owed them nothing.
There was also no news of the other tribesmen, and Hu Yan, the golden tiger who had vanished a year ago, never reappeared.
Life became a grueling cycle of hiding and hunting. Through it all, Su Qinglan remained a hollow shell. She never spoke. She never looked at them. She ate when they put food in her hand and walked when they pulled her arm. She was a living corpse.
Rong Ye, usually the most stoic and secretive, began leaving their temporary cave more often.
One evening, he returned stumbling, his chest heaving and his breath rattling.
