The firelight suddenly flared up.
In a corner cluttered with dirt and stones, a figure stood up, holding a fire starter in their hand.
A thin, helpless, and cold figure, with a painted face, eyes full of tears.
Chen Ping noticed that Hua Lian'er was even dirtier, as if she had cried secretly.
"Seventh Brother, is that you?"
Hua Lian'er exclaimed with joy and ran out, almost stumbling.
Chen Ping quickly went up to support her with a hug, feeling her soft body collapse into his arms, and soon his clothes were wet with the sound of sobbing.
"You know everything already?"
Chen Ping stroked her head, but in his heart, there was some confusion.
He had guessed some things, but didn't quite understand why the Hu People would make such a fuss to capture a little girl.
It made little sense.
"Little Table and Little Stool refused to leave, so I hid, thinking they wouldn't find me, and they could remain safe... Wuwuwu..."
