The Farm Owner asked her to wait where she was, and went into the orchard alone to pick blueberries, inviting her to taste them as well.
It was already night, Leh Ying slowly tucked her feet in, sitting in the same spot to gaze at the stars above, a sea of diamonds casting a romantic glow.
The sound of footsteps trampling on dry leaves echoed in her ears; she thought it was the Farm Owner returning, and didn't pay much attention to it.
After a moment, the footsteps drew closer.
Leh Ying sensed something was amiss, turned her head, and saw a foreign little girl squatting in the corner picking tomatoes, her cheeks slightly dirty and her worn pants covered in mud; she was thin and bony.
Whose child is this? How did she get in?
Leh Ying was about to speak and ask when the keen-smell Wolf King suddenly leaped out from the shadows, viciously pouncing towards the girl.
The girl hadn't noticed the danger, her pockets full of tomatoes.
