Watching the two little ones eat until their eyes squinted shut, the female's heart felt even sweeter than if she had eaten the fruit herself.
In contrast to the female's happiness, Wu Yue was feeling rather dejected as she stood in her own courtyard.
The reason was simple. Now that they had sturdy, warm stone houses to live in, the people of the Snow Tiger Tribe had completely accepted Wu Yue as their next witch. They treated her with an incredible amount of respect, and so…
Qingcao, carrying a basket on her back, walked in to see a pile of strange-smelling green fruit in the courtyard... No, they should be called cucumbers now.
That was what Yue called them. Although Qingcao didn't know why the green fruit should be called a cucumber, if Yue said it, you just had to listen.
That's what Amu had told her.
But when she looked up and saw the miserable look on Wu Yue's face, Qingcao silently hid the basket behind her back.
