In the light rain outside, Tu Yelang walked slowly through the damp soil, listening to the quiet sniffles, the whispers, and the muffled cries.
His tribe was exhausted.
As he stepped back into the tree house where several males were staying, they all looked up.
"Leader Yelang!" Tu Xiaofei stood abruptly. "We will go hunt soon! We need to urgently find food."
Tu Yelang raised a hand. "We'll hunt together. I'll lead."
The boys straightened immediately, relief flashing in their eyes.
One whispered, "Leader… we'll survive, right?"
Yelang forced a smile. "Of course. We have already found the place to stay, we just have to make sure no one goes hungry."
There was a moment of silence, then all of them nodded firmly.
And yet…
As Yelang turned away, the image of Su Qinglan drifted into his mind again.
His heart squeezed painfully.
"She… she's like a light," he whispered to himself. "A sun."
