Carl's True Colors
Editor: Atlas Studios
Curtis threw a glance at her with a shadow of a smile and said heartlessly, "It doesn't matter. I have plenty of energy."
Early in the morning, Bai Qingqing felt like she was dead.
The rain continued for a few days. On the fifth day's afternoon, the sky finally cleared up. The soil and air were still wet, so Winston decided to start work from the next day.
Curtis held onto Bai Qingqing and went to the secret snake den to shed his skin.
Molly leaned on the tree hole's entrance, watching as Bai Qingqing and Curtis left. She felt stuffy and threw a branch outside.
She felt like going out to play. She was really bored.
"Do you want to go out to play?"
"I do!" Molly replied without giving it any thought. When she turned and saw that it was Carl, her interest faded. "Forget it. Edgar will be coming back any time from hunting. It isn't good to let him wait for us while watching over the food."