"Can I go see them?" Tang Mo asked Duoyang.
'For some reason, Tang Mo really wanted to see the bear cubs. Maybe it was because the little bear with Duoyang was so adorable it stirred a feeling of pity within her.'
"Do whatever you want. Besides me, no one goes to that place anyway."
Duoyang was telling the truth. Other than him, no one ever went to the bear cubs' tent.
The others didn't care if the cubs lived or died. To them, capturing the cubs served no purpose other than as a way to abuse them and show off their own strength.
Feeding sheep and bears was considered the most worthless job at Hulan Base. Anyone with a bit of ambition went out to fight; hunting bears was the most pride-worthy work at Hulan Base.
And when Tang Mo walked into that stinking tent the next day, she finally understood just how cruel the people here were.
"How long... can they live?"
Inside the huge tent were rows of small iron cages, each holding a single bear cub.
