The killer was gone, and the young girl Xiao Ting found her father's dismal corpse in a deep pit, weeping bitterly.
She didn't mind the bloody dirt and stench in the pit, dragging and carrying the hunter's body out of that bloody place, wrapped it in a bamboo mat, found a shady locust tree, and silently dug a hole.
As the hunter's high-held, hideous and gaunt palm slowly fell, his angry face softened a bit amidst the girl's grieving cries.
Under the bleak moonlight, his unclose eyes finally closed in peace.
After burying the hunter's body, the girl silently blocked Yin Baishuang's path down the mountain and knelt down with a bow.
"What are you doing?" Yin Baishuang looked at the girl calmly, her indifferent and impatient expression surfacing.
Baili An stood behind her, a smile forming on his lips.
After a brief interaction, he knew this girl was quirky and solitary but fiercely soft-hearted.
If she truly became impatient, a mere girl couldn't stop her.
