Difficulty Putting It Into Words

It was dark.

In a small hut at the entrance to the camp, Song Qiutang looked out the window toward the wilderness.

At this moment, describing her as waiting desperately would not have been an exaggeration.

She was worried that Mister Luo might have gotten into trouble.

If something happened to Mister Luo, she might not be able to return home.

Although the Tianlang Gang was now utterly obedient to Mister Luo and exceedingly respectful toward her,

Song Qiutang knew that if something happened to Mister Luo, her own fate would not be pleasant.

Her experiences in the wilderness during this period had already made her understand how terrifying it was for a woman without the ability to protect herself to be stranded in the wilderness.

The people from the Tianlang Gang might not kill her, but they might treat her as a breeding tool.

If something really happened to Mister Luo, she could only consider escaping. No matter what, she would rather die than become a tool.

"Um, Miss Song???????????????, what exactly is Mister Luo trying to catch?" Liu Gui asked curiously.

"Fish," Song Qiutang said casually.

Liu Gui muttered, "Where would you catch fish in the middle of winter? And in a place like that, too."

Just then, Song Qiutang suddenly saw a figure approaching from the direction of the wilderness.

She recognized him at a glance. It was Mister Luo. "He's back!"

Only when Mister Luo stood before her did she truly let out a sigh of relief.

Then, seeing that Mister Luo's hands were empty, Song Qiutang hurriedly asked, "You didn't catch it?"

Mister Luo nodded. "It got away."

He and Song Qiutang could not even be considered friends, so there was naturally no need for him to tell her the truth.

Song Qiutang could not