"Fine, can we just split it evenly?"
Before nightfall, a figure could finally stand no longer, their cool tone containing a hint of irritability.
As they spoke, Flossie moved her wrist.
Lifting her gaze, she swept it toward the man standing opposite her.
Clad in a training uniform, still neat and tidy, his figure tall and straight like a green bamboo, with sparse trees and a vast blue sky behind him, his entire form faded into the dimness.
No trace of emotion could be seen on Sandy Cruz's indifferent face.
They had been standing here for almost half an hour.
No fighting, no quarreling.
But Sandy Cruz was clearly at odds with her.
"Mhm."
With her concession, Sandy Cruz nodded in relief.
A thirty-something-kilogram wild boar—no one could eat it all in one sitting.
Even with two people, it was feared they couldn't finish it before the boar spoiled.
The best solution was to split it between them.
And—
What they had just been arguing about was simply who got it first.
