Du Lai did nothing all day, lying in the chaotic bamboo house as if waiting to die.
Fetching water, hunting birds, fishing, digging clams, making traps, weaving ropes... these daily tasks suddenly lost their meaning.
The sun crawled up bit by bit and then set, but to him, it was just the difference in shifting shadows. He lay quietly, not eating or drinking, saying nothing, and not wanting to deal with anyone.
Fu Miaoxue initially scolded him, calling him heartless, accusing him of having no conscience. She cried amidst her curses, cried for a while, then continued to scold him.
Du Lai remained unmoved.
As the moon rose, Fu Miaoxue carefully tugged at his arm and said in grievance, "Du Lai, I'm so hungry."
Hungry? Having not eaten all day, of course she was hungry; but now there was no source of fire, and even if she could drink raw water, there was no way to eat raw meat.
Du Lai was also hungry, but he was more numb, shutting his eyes and ignoring Miaoxue's plea.
