Feeling thirsty, Hua Qingcheng took out the bamboo tube and drank some water. She had to admit that Mu Lige had prepared water and food for her; it really came in handy.
Seeing that today's harvest was almost done and it was getting late, Hua Qingcheng packed up her things, put on her bamboo basket and prepared to leave the mountains. But at this moment, she heard a few "woof, woof" tiger roars. The sound seemed a bit shrill, as if the tiger was wailing for help.
Hua Qingcheng followed the sound and found a deep pit three or four meters high in front of her. Inside lay a snow-white tiger, but it was already dying. As if sensing someone approaching, the white tiger tilted its head upward and howled twice at Hua Qingcheng before lowering its head again. Hua Qingcheng took a closer look and found that there was a newborn tiger cub next to it.
"You want me to save it?"
As if he understood Hua Qingcheng's words, Baihu actually nodded.
Hua Qingcheng looked at the dying tiger below, thought for a while, and finally found a long vine. After tying it firmly to a big tree, she followed the vine down and soon came to the deep pit.
The white tiger in front of her seemed to be having a difficult birth, breathing out more than breathing in. Hua Qingcheng took the little white tiger out from under her and rubbed it against her face.
"Don't worry, I will raise it and then release it back into the forest."
Baihu seemed to understand what he said, and tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at Hua Qingcheng with gratitude, then closed his eyes with peace of mind.
All living things have spirits. Hua Qingcheng sighed softly, put the tiger cub into the backpack, and took it out of the deep pit. Out of respect for the life of a creature who cares for its cubs, Hua Qingcheng also found some dead branches and leaves to cover the white tiger in the deep pit.
After disposing of the tiger's corpse, Hua Qingcheng put down her backpack and carried the tiger cub out. It was hairless, with only a "king" mark on its head. Looking at the docile, sleeping tiger cub in her arms, Hua Qingcheng scurried into the villa's kitchen, retrieved a carton of milk, poured it into a large porcelain bowl, and after warming it in the microwave, brought it out to the courtyard and fed it little by little with a spoon.
After drinking the milk, the little tiger fell asleep again. Hua Qingcheng spread a blanket in the corner of the living room, put the little tiger on it, and left the villa.
After settling the little tiger, Hua Qingcheng carried the backpack on her back and walked out of the mountains, heading towards the Hua residence at the foot of the mountain.
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