After leaving Liu Shan's cave, Su Qinglan didn't return to her own.
Her mind was still full of thoughts. The weak and malnourished females, the tribe's poor living conditions, the coming rain season… all of it pressed heavily on her heart.
She sighed and looked toward the direction of the tribe leader's cave, her father's cave.
"I should tell him about the rice," she murmured. "If we don't prepare now, the tribe might starve when the heavy rain starts."
With that thought, she quickened her steps.
The path was rough, scattered with stones and fallen leaves, but she didn't stop. Hu Yan walked silently beside her, his tall figure blocking the wind. His tail occasionally brushed against her leg, a quiet sign of reassurance.
When they finally reached the leader's cave, Su Qinglan froze for a moment.
The place was a mess.
