Yan Lie was so worried a sore broke out on his lip. "Wanwan, don't worry about Zhu Xiu. He's incredibly powerful. Even if he can't trade for the Ghost Orchid Grass, he'll definitely be able to escape any danger."
His rough fingers gently caressed Bai Wanwan's pale cheek, his voice thick with worry.
But everyone knew the Super Tribe's territory was no place to trespass lightly.
The odds were stacked against Zhu Xiu on this trip. Even Yan Lie couldn't help but worry, though he couldn't voice it.
"Mm, you're right. Zhu Xiu is so powerful, he'll be fine."
This was what Bai Wanwan kept telling herself.
Not long after, Xin Feng returned before sunset. Prey, still dripping blood, was slung over his shoulder, while his other hand carefully cradled wild fruits wrapped in a large leaf.
He had gone out of his way to pick the sweetest fruits for her, but the woman who used to adore them wouldn't even give them a second look now.
