Shuang Yun was gone for a full three days.
Lin Huanhuan was restless every day. Whenever she was free, she would run to the cave's entrance and wait for them to return.
Lang Zhu had tried to persuade her several times but would fail each time. In the end, he had no choice but to wait with her at the cave's entrance.
Lin Huanhuan slowly curled up under the animal hide, her eyes staring blankly at the vast snow in front of her.
'They'll be back, won't they?'
Lang Zhu's heart ached at the sight of her frozen face. "They'll be back for sure, because you're still at home waiting for them. They can't bear to leave you behind."
When Lin Huanhuan heard this, she felt a lump in her throat and wanted to cry.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't given them wine, Bai Di wouldn't have lost control of his emotions and his and Shuang Yun's lives wouldn't be at risk. It's all my fault!"
