Several werewolves humanely stopped pestering her, sat down on the ground, watched her attentively, and then nodded their heads without hesitation, as if it were naturally supposed to be that way, as if wherever she was, they should be there too.
Qinghe's eyes were somewhat moist, but she still said, "The air outside definitely isn't as good as it is here, and outside they won't let you run around at will or freely catch prey. They'll only give you a small space to move around and take away your freedom. Are you really okay with that?"
As if struggling, the wolves looked at each other and then finally nodded firmly in agreement.
Qinghe couldn't help but smile, thinking that compared to freedom, they had chosen her. As long as they were with her, they could be without freedom, right?
