This seemed quite awkward, she twitched the corner of her mouth, and then walked straight into the kitchen. However, the scar-faced man behind her glued his gaze on her, his face expressionless, but the sensation of pins and needles on her back was really unpleasant.
Deeply anxious inside, Dong Huiying hung her head in dejection.
She tried her best to ignore the man shadowing her like a specter, and instead picked up a handful of wheat bran to wash clean, before starting to look for the tools needed to start a fire.
Yet, after searching for a long time, she couldn't find the flint, leaving her speechless and frustrated.
With no flint, no ember, no open flame, was she supposed to resort to rubbing wood to make fire??
Forget it, if it comes to rubbing wood for fire, then so be it, nothing is more important than eating.
But after fidgeting around for ages, she hadn't managed to produce a single spark, leaving Dong Huiying feeling a deep sense of defeat.
