Meng Tai woke up on the second morning. His body's exhaustion had disappeared, but the hunger gnawing at his belly made him extremely uncomfortable.
In order to reach the Watson Tribe faster, apart from chewing on some of the dried meat they'd brought along each day, there had been no time for hunting; they'd focused only on rushing their journey.
The last thing he remembered was collapsing near a river.
As he sat up and looked around, the surroundings eased Meng Tai's apprehension. Such a house could only belong to the Watson Tribe.
"You're awake?" A feminine voice sounded behind him.
Upon hearing this, Meng Tai turned to look. A gentle-looking female was standing behind him, holding a porcelain basin filled with food, the very kind he had eaten in the Watson Tribe.
The thought made Meng Tai blush. Hurrying, he got up from the bed and took the basin full of food from the female's hand. For her, the food was quite heavy.
"Thank you." The female said with a smile.