They still wished for his death.
Someone poisoned the water he drank. Someone released wild beasts to bite him at night. Someone even said to his face, "A Wandering Beast doesn't deserve to live in this tribe."
He finally understood that some people never intended to let him live from the very beginning.
All because he was a Wandering Beast.
It wasn't that he didn't work hard enough, nor that he wasn't kind enough. He was sentenced to death simply because of his birth.
"Qiu Ye, listen to me. You're already good, exceptionally good. Don't believe all that nonsense people say. None of it matters."
Hearing her words, Qiu Ye's eyes suddenly burned.
He bit his lip, trying hard to suppress the lump forming in his throat.
When he saw not a hint of insincerity on her face, only pure earnestness, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He lunged forward, almost losing control, and pulled her forcefully into his arms.
"Xiao Jing, I really... I like you more and more."
He held her tightly.
