Ruan Chanchan was very satisfied with the harvest. When she stood up, she could feel her back hurting and almost staggered. Her head tilted back slightly and she looked up at the darkening sky that was getting darker by the minute. It seemed like she needed to return home soon or else Ruan Zeqiu would end up getting worried about her.
"I will come here tomorrow," muttered Ruan Chanchan as she wiped the sweat off her forehead and walked down the trail. Now she was a bit more confident in her own abilities. If she was really kicked out of the tribe, then she could take Ruan Zeqiu with her and wouldn't have to worry about getting starved to death.
It took her more than three minutes to return to the cave. Ruan Chanchan had just placed down the wicker basket that she had brought along with her when someone came to look for her.
"Chanchan?"
Ruan Chanchan turned to look at the mer who came to look for her.
