The few natives tiptoed up to the strange cattle and threw something down, which immediately gathered the creatures together to eat.
Then they came to the fence gate, stopped, and gently set down the things they were carrying on their shoulders.
A few people huddled together and whispered something, quickly dispersing to begin their respective tasks.
"They're here to repair the fence," Zhao Xiyan whispered softly.
Qi Yue saw it too, but she dared not respond.
Zhao Xiyan's hand was still grasping her arm, forcing her to remain close to his shoulder.
At this moment, her chin was almost resting on Zhao Xiyan's shoulder.
Moreover, because they were so close, she could even feel his cool body temperature.
Zhao Xiyan was not only blessed with handsome features, but his presence was also like the moon—cool, noble, yet gentle.
The closer she was, the more she couldn't suppress the palpitations in her heart.
She feared that if she spoke, he would notice something was amiss.
