Chapter 124 Waiting for the Rain or Will You Come With Me?
Raindrops fell in lines, forming a curtain of water that blurred everything, and the dark eyelashes were beaten so hard that they stuck together and became crooked.
The rain stung my eyes, making it almost impossible to open them.
His eyelids trembled slightly, but he didn't flinch. Through a patch of damp green, he strained to keep his eyes wide open, staring motionlessly at the lakeside shrouded in the sudden rain, his gaze unfocused.
The deafening downpour assaulted my ears; all that remained was the heavy, wet sound of the rain. Large shrubs in front of and behind me were knocked down and bent, large raindrops splashing onto their leaves.
Blood seeped from the wolf skin he was wrapped in, and the raging rain made him look like a rotten bone abandoned in a mud pit.
Rotten Bones didn't think about anything; he just squatted there.
The rain suddenly intensified, and strong winds swept through.
With a 'sizzle', the fingernail dug into a crack in the stone and got stuck.
He subconsciously lowered his eyes, but then his peripheral vision suddenly dimmed.
A shadow fell into the murky puddle, and the splashing water stopped abruptly.
The dense, crisp sounds seemed to strike the ear bones, accompanied by a 'splashing' noise. The shadowy area swayed violently on the water's surface, and the accumulated rainwater, unable to bear the weight, poured down from one side, splashing mud.
He stood there, stunned, and slowly blinked. The rain that had gathered on his eyelashes finally fell completely, and the blurry watery light dispersed.
Amidst the fine, scattered raindrops from all directions, he slowly raised his head.
The translucent rain curtain fell along the edges of the leaves, two round leaves overlapped, their green veins swaying in the wind, as if they could not bear it and leaned backward.
A pair of slender hands suddenly clenched higher, pressing the soft leaf down towards him. Perhaps the force was too great, because the newly scabbed bite mark on his knuckles suddenly cracked open, revealing a bit of bright red inside.
He breathed softly, his gaze suddenly shifting upwards.
All that could be seen was a section of wrist exposed to the rain, the fabric at the joint soaked with water, clinging tightly to the translucent white skin and hanging down.
A smoky, caramelized aroma wafted through the air—it was food.
He curled his fingertips, but didn't search for it, because the sweeter fragrance of flowers and fruits had already wafted over.
Soft leaves swayed gently overhead, a few drops falling and hitting my forehead. The deep bushes were parted layer by layer, and a fawn nimbly hopped in.
Before the mud and water could even splash onto the wolf skin, she rushed over, bringing with her the misty rain, and slipped into the narrow umbrella leaves.
The leaves creaked and swayed, her voice still carrying rapid breathing, "Why are you squatting here in the rain?"
"Go back quickly—"
In such heavy rain, some prey are actually foolish enough to run into it.
The wolf cub tilted its head back and stared at the tender green leaf edge, its emerald green eyes turning to gaze at her quietly.
Rainwater, carrying the mud and bloodstains from his face, dripped onto the ground, one drop, two drops...
His eyes seemed to have finally concealed all the thorns, revealing a hint of his soft inner self.
Qi Tang's voice was instantly swallowed by the sound of rain.
Those cold, resolute blue eyes were quite cute when they were young; their eyelids were thin, the corners of their eyes hadn't yet elongated, and their pupils were like apricot kernels piled on two soft mounds of flesh.
His cheekbones were still low, and bruises and scars climbed up his forehead and jawline. The milky smell had not yet faded, but the edges were already sharp.
He crouched down, his hands pressed into the mud, the wet wolf pelt weighing him down as if it were about to crush him with the rain.
If she hadn't come, I'm afraid I would have continued to be drenched in the rain without even realizing it.
...such heavy rain.
Seeking advantage and avoiding harm is an animal's instinct, regardless of whether someone teaches them to avoid rain. Wolves also weigh the pros and cons when hunting.
All she could think of was that when he was a child, he chose to hunt in the rain out of fear of hunger.
Qi Tang remained silent for a moment, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palm.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly involuntarily, even though she knew how ferocious he could be when he went berserk...
—Fine, bite her if you want.
Qi Tang raised her hand and touched his forehead. It was a little rough and cold to the touch, but after a while, a little warmth slowly seeped out.
She let out a soft breath and bent down.
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My forehead touched yours in an instant, and a warmth that wasn't mine washed over me, evaporating the water droplets into a half-wet mist.
Her emerald green pupils trembled slightly as she looked up and gazed into the amber-colored honey lake, so close it seemed to shimmer with light, the specks of light perhaps being raindrops reflected within it.
—Maybe it's a star. He thought.
The cacophony of raindrops faded in an instant, leaving only the still-unsteady breathing in my ears, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
While she was still in a daze, something seemed to tumble down from the tip of her nose, landing suddenly at the base of her nose.
It felt as if a spark had fallen into his eye; he couldn't help but close his eyes briefly, his eyelashes trembling.
The scalding water droplets meandered downwards...
Just as his jaw was about to drop, he inexplicably raised his hand.
Qi Tang checked his forehead temperature and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she saw his trembling hand frozen in mid-air, his fingertips worn and bruised, several nails broken, and his red, swollen, and damaged fingertips wrinkled from being soaked in water.
Qi Tang grasped his palm tightly, her almond-shaped eyes widening slightly as she asked anxiously, "How did it get like this?"
The wolf cub slowly opened its eyes, stared blankly at the corners of her mouth for a moment, then couldn't help but look upwards.
Her eyes were downcast, and water droplets dripped from her damp hair, like dew clinging to a peach, falling in long strings down her eyelashes.
The innocent wolf cubs began to vaguely perceive the concept of 'beauty' for the first time.
His fingertips curled slightly, and he slowly closed his hand.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Tang was about to ask again when she realized that he couldn't speak at all and couldn't understand what she was saying.
She frowned in disappointment.
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she lowered her head and grabbed the wolf skin at his waist, pulling it behind her back.
The muscle his fingertip accidentally touched suddenly tensed, his body jerked backward, then froze, stopping in place.
Qi Tang paused, then subconsciously looked at him.
He lowered his head, his eyelashes drooping, staring vaguely at his hands, seemingly looking at something.
But one thing is certain: there was absolutely no resistance.
In a flash, she grasped that slender wrist, applied a slight pull, and suddenly stood up.
The water from the leaves fell right on her neck, chilling her to the bone. The wolf cub crouching on the ground didn't get up; it just looked up at her, their eyes locked in a silent gaze.
Thinking he was unwilling to give up the hunt, Qi Tang quickly handed him the roasted rabbit she had been holding between her elbows. "Here, have this. Come with me, okay?"
Knowing he couldn't understand, she scooped up a handful of rainwater and held it in front of him, then squatted down and shook her head.
He then picked up a corner of the wolf skin, suddenly squeezed out a large handful of water, and said while gesturing, "It's raining, you'll get sick."
She bent down and stuffed the soft leaf wrapping containing the roasted rabbit into his arms, saying, "I'll find you food from now on."
After saying that, without waiting to see if he understood, she took advantage of the wolf cub's dazed state, dragged him to his feet, and led him into the rain.
Water splashed everywhere, raindrops pounded wildly, and leaf stems rustled in the gale. Amidst the 'tap-tap' of the rain, the swaying umbrella-shaped leaves were quietly straightened by an invisible force, creating fine ripples that remained perfectly still in the downpour.
The wolf cub didn't notice anything unusual because his eyes never left the deer in front of him.
Rainwater stung his eyes, causing a throbbing pain. Yet, for some reason, he opened his eyes wide, staring at her with a bewildered yet stubborn gaze, his utter incomprehension almost overflowing.
No one had ever given him food, sheltered him from the rain, or cared about his injuries like she did.
He was clearly just a deformed wolf, while she was even a deer whose throat she had bitten open.
The wolf skin and skirt flowed through puddles of muddy water, leaving large and small ripples that spread all the way to the mountains and fields.
...
Qi Tang parted the dense vines and pulled him into the cave entrance, but did not go deeper.
The rain seemed endless at the ends of his hair and the hem of his clothes. Afraid of disturbing his peace of mind, Qi Tang gave up using her spiritual power, squatted down, grabbed a handful of his wet hair, and slowly twisted and wrung it dry...
The squeezed stream turned into intermittent water droplets, and Qi Tang let go of her hand, her curly, yellowish hair falling back onto her narrow shoulders.
Perhaps because the deep mountains and forests were too boring, she didn't find the repetitive nature of the activity tedious at all.
After wringing out his hair, Qi Tang immediately began to half-remove the wolf pelt soaked with water. As soon as he grasped it, a grayish-yellow curtain of water cascaded down like a waterfall, and the smell of blood mixed with an indescribable pungent odor assaulted his nostrils.
Qi Tang held her breath, quickly realizing that this wolf pelt had probably never been washed...
She clenched her fists, deciding to distract the wolf cubs with roasted rabbit meat first.
Even if I were to fall into the eighteenth level of hell, I would still secretly use magic to cleanse myself once.
Qi Tang rubbed her nose, took the rabbit meat from the wolf cub's arms, which was standing there dumbfounded, and peeled it open in a few quick movements. The crispy skin on the surface of the roasted meat was already soft and slightly wrinkled, but fortunately, the aroma of the meat was still very strong.
She lowered her head, took a light sniff, and held out her hands, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescent moons. "Ta-da! It's roasted rabbit!"
It took a lot of effort to bake, and I couldn't wait to see the wolf cub's reaction.
Qi Tang stuffed the soft leaves that were half-wrapped with roasted rabbit into his palm and urged, "Aren't you hungry? Eat up!"
He withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes without revealing his expression, and tore off a large piece, cutting it off with his sharp teeth. In an instant, his mouth was filled with it, which looked more like a bloody massacre than eating.
Staring at his suddenly puffed-out cheeks, Qi Tang resisted the urge to poke them, instead patting his wet head and moving closer, saying, "Eat slowly, is it good?"
Qi Tang smiled excitedly, wishing she could answer for him, "Isn't it delicious? Isn't it the best thing you've ever eaten?"
For wolf cubs raised in the wild, eating is simply eating; fresh blood and raw meat are irreplaceable.
This was the first time he had a vague impression of food other than those two.
From the tender flesh at the heart to the leg meat of Old Chai, he tore it apart bite by bite, with some inexplicable thought in mind, even chewing and swallowing the bones, leaving not a trace of residue or cartilage.
After chewing and swallowing the last bite, he suddenly raised his head to meet her gaze, staring intently at the changes in her expression.
She didn't react at all, struggling to clean the dirty water off the wolf skin, her eyes gleaming.
—There was no growling, no staring, as if they were completely unaware of the urge to eat.
The erect thorns looked as if they had pierced into soft cotton.
Once again.
He lowered his eyes, staring at the lilac sleeves dripping with fine lines, pursed his lips, and looked utterly bewildered.
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