Unfortunately, her determination simply couldn't match that of the wolf. The pitter-patter of rain outside, like a lullaby, made her eyelids heavier and heavier until, at last, she fell asleep before Yin Ye did.
Listening to the breathing sounds of the little female beside him, Yin Ye couldn't help but sit up and stroke her soft fur.
Although her body was patchy and bald in places due to her injuries, it didn't detract from her cuteness. Especially that night when he saved her from a pool of blood and brought her back to the tribe, she was lifeless and limp, devoid of vitality. But now, after only half a month of care, she had regained the spirit of a Purple Mink. This feeling of nurturing, others might not understand.
