The few indigenous people tiptoed up to the strange bulls, tossed down something unknown, and the creatures immediately huddled together to eat.
Then they made their way to the fence gate and stopped, gently setting down the items they were carrying on their shoulders.
A huddle formed as they whispered something amongst themselves, and quickly scattered to go about their business.
"They're here to repair the fence," Zhao Xiyan said quietly.
Qi Yue saw it too, but she dared not respond.
Zhao Xiyan's hand was still gripping her arm, forcing her to lean close to his shoulder.
At this moment, her chin was almost resting on Zhao Xiyan's shoulder.
Furthermore, because of their proximity, she could even feel his cool body temperature.
Zhao Xiyan, not only did he possess a handsome face, but the aura emanating from his body was like that of the moon: cool, noble, yet gentle.
The closer she was, the less she could resist the fluttering in her heart.
