At night, Qie Ye lay in the ant nest-shaped house, tossing and turning for a long time, unable to sleep.
Sometimes the dying words of his grandfather flashed through his mind, sometimes the fierce face of the Red Ant God, and sometimes he would think of the woman he encountered during the day.
He didn't know why, but the woman he met just a day ago left a deeper impression on him than most of the women in the tribe.
Was it because of her empathy, or because she happened to appear when he was most distressed?
Unknowingly, Qie Ye had already begun to look forward to a second encounter with that woman.
"I hope she's still there tomorrow."
Qie Ye mumbled to himself, then closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep amidst various wild thoughts...
The long night quickly passed.
Early the next morning, Qie Ye got up, ate some food, and then took his weapon to go out with the Hunting Team.
