Perhaps only here, at this moment, can she stop fearing their past and be at peace living side by side with him.
Aldana Candi thought of this and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
*
When she woke up, the sky had already cleared. She was comfortably laid on a blanket-covered tree trunk, and the man who held her last night was gone.
Aldana Candi rubbed her eyes and sat up from the tree trunk, looking down to see Philip Shaw's familiar figure.
She didn't know when he caught a wild rabbit. He was sitting under the tree trunk, roasting it over a fire. The rabbit was already golden on both sides, accompanied by the sizzling sound of grease and the rich aroma of roasted rabbit.
Philip Shaw leaned against the tree trunk, chewing on a piece of grass, occasionally tossing a stick into the fire pile, utterly relaxed.
A person like him is a leader in the city, thriving equally well in places without social structures—there seems to be nowhere in the world he couldn't survive.
