Hu Yan returned with a few rough stones in his arms, ready to carve them into bowls. But the moment he stepped into the cave, his feet froze.
Su Qinglan was sitting on the ground by the fire. Her eyes were moist, her cheeks were pink, and she was chewing something white and crispy in her mouth.
Hu Yan's heart skipped a beat.
She looked so pitiful. Crying while eating… Not really crying, but her eyes were definitely wet.
The second she saw him, Su Qinglan squeezed out the last bit of her crocodile tears and threw herself into his arms.
"Hu Yan!" she wailed, clinging to him like a poor abandoned wife. "What will I eat? What will you eat? Our food got stolen the moment you weren't here!"
Her voice trembled so pitifully that even the fire seemed to dim.
Hu Yan was stunned. His arms stiffened around her. "…Stolen?"
His golden eyes snapped toward the fire area. And indeed...there was nothing. The stone pan was gone. Only a flat stone slab remained on the ground.
His jaw tightened.
