Yu Tingwan was in a daze.
So, when the White Tiger initially put her in the pit, was it to have her stay put until it returned?
It all felt like a dream to her. Yet pinching herself, it hurt.
The girl carried a basket filled to the brim, walking with utmost caution, not forgetting to glance back at the White Tiger's expression.
Realizing it wasn't a game, she took larger strides, not afraid of falling, and soon switched to running.
This time, Fu Meng did not chase after her to push her down again.
It watched Yu Tingwan leave, until her figure disappeared from sight.
Yu Tingwan stumbled all the way, her cotton coat snagged by thorns, leaving several long tears.
It pained her to see.
The cotton coat didn't fit well, nor was it that warm, but it was her only one.
As she moved, snow seeped into the cotton coat, melting into water, freezing her to the bone.
But Yu Tingwan couldn't care less about that.
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