"Indeed. In the years when the harvests were poor and famine struck, our ancestors passed down many tales about packs of wolves descending from the mountains. Rather than seeking shelter from these detestable beasts, you're choosing to provoke them intentionally..."
Once Qin Yi started speaking, he didn't stop. From the first wolf pack attacking humans down the mountain to the famine years, the bark of grass and trees was all scraped clean. How many people braved going up the mountain, but none returned alive... His speech was both poetic and passionate, full of vigour and fervour.
In the beginning, Su Pan'er listened carefully, but gradually, she couldn't resist the invasion of sleep, and slowly drifted off.
Qin Yi coughed quietly a few times, surreptitiously tossing some firewood into the fire.
Turning around to look at Su Pan'er's chubby face, the exhaustion she barely managed to hide was plain to see. He silently got up, laying his clothes over her shoulders.