On the way, Wu Yue watched the tribe members bustling around her and sighed softly. Just a few days ago, they had been celebrating the end of the harsh winter, and now the rainy season was already here.
She used to love the rain, always finding it cool, comfortable, and the perfect weather for sleeping.
But now, looking at the situation around her, her heart felt heavy.
Yuan Lang's gaze shifted to the young woman beside him. "Why the sigh?"
Wu Yue looked at a grass hut being rebuilt. "Here," she said, "it takes all your strength just to survive."
Yuan Lang pressed his lips together, his gaze turning to the distant forest. For a soldier like him who had fought on many battlefields, this peaceful life was actually quite good.
He still remembered the common folk on the frontier; they never really had much grain at home.
Just like the people of the Snow Tiger Tribe, they also dug up wild vegetables to fill their stomachs.
