Right now, the other indigenous people are busy cooking or passing the time with other activities, and no one will pay attention to whether his room is lit or not.
Besides, even if it's not lit or even empty, what does it matter? After all, no one cares about him.
Kulu is well aware of his companions' attitudes toward him.
He's just preoccupied with his family and unwilling to socialize, not foolish.
Apart from the indigenous shepherds, there are only six people here, five excluding himself.
Kulu might struggle to understand the dynamics of a group of over ten people, but he can clearly see the thoughts and behaviors of the five people he has lived with for nearly a year.
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Upon hearing Kulu's answer, Sunday glanced again at the small houses of the other natives, said nothing, merely gestured, and walked toward the factory first.
