In the dense forest.
Next to a large tree, a pack of wolves gathered, their low growls and snarls eerily clear in the quiet, accompanied by the "whimpering" of the wind blowing through the trees, rustling the leaves and creating strange "sizzling" sounds.
All these sounds intermingled, adding a layer of eeriness to the surrounding environment and atmosphere.
On that large tree, surrounded by wolves, sat two figures.
Chen Hao had cleared the branches around himself and Ning Xi, creating a fairly large space that resembled a platform on the tree. Even if four people were to squeeze onto it, there would still be ample room.
Neither of them spoke.
Or rather, Chen Hao was deep in thought about something, and Ning Xi, sitting very close by, could vaguely make out his features, so she dared not disturb him with her voice.
So, the two sat in silence.
"Gurgle..."
No one knew how long had passed when their peace was broken by a strange noise.
