After Su Qinglan carried all the hides into her cave, she stacked them neatly in one corner.
Her spoiled arms ached from hauling them all the way, but she didn't mind. Looking at that pile of bright, soft hides, she felt like she had just robbed a treasure vault.
She picked one up and rubbed it against her cheek.
"Mmm, soft," she whispered. "Not bad at all."
Her father was really considerate. He remembered her even when he was tired and heavy-hearted. It made her feel warm inside.
But it also reminded her too much of her original father in that cruel apocalypse world. Her chest tightened. She quickly shook the thought away before she got too sentimental.
Turning to the stone bowl filled with water, she crouched down and peered at her reflection.
Her green eyes gleamed back at her, her lips were rosy, and her skin was surprisingly smooth. She tilted her head left, then right, then puckered her lips playfully.
"Still looking good," she muttered with a smirk.
