But the position of the tear was just so awkward, how could she bring herself to point it out to him?
The tear must have happened when they were climbing up the mountain.
In these mountains, there are many poisonous insects at night.
Lin Zishuang was torn between two options. Feng Tianyou had just finished washing his face and stood up, turning his head to look at Lin Zishuang with a somewhat strange expression.
"Shuang'er, Is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Zishuang pressed her lips together and rubbed her forehead for a moment.
Seeing her like this, Feng Tianyou thought she was unwell. "Come on, speak up, what's wrong?"
"Your pants are ripped..."
Lin Zishuang decided that it was better to just say it. Fortunately, she had brought her sewing kit with her.
In her Spirit Tribe, once women reached adulthood, they always carried a sewing kit with them.
Feng Tianyou was surprised and looked down, "Where?"
"On the backside..."
