The entire treehouse finally became silent.
Upstairs, Su Qinglan was fast asleep in Hu Yan's arms, her body finally getting the rest it needed. Even the cubs had eventually drifted off, huddled together in a warm, fuzzy pile in their basket.
Downstairs, the only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the quiet movement of Han Jue and Rong Ye.
Han Jue was focused on the cooking, the smell of savory meat stew filling the air.
Rong Ye was nearby, moving quietly as he packed some dried food and essential items into a small bag. They didn't talk; they both knew they had to be ready for anything once the sun came up.
On the floor, Shi Feng let out a low, painful groan. His eyes fluttered open, but his vision was blurry.
He stared at the ceiling for a long time, feeling completely groggy. He didn't know where he was or how much time had passed.
"What… what happened?" he whispered, his voice dry like sand.
