C152 Whose fault

The wind in Long Prefecture was always blowing fiercely, all year round it blew non-stop, the child with the childish look on his face stood outside the sheepfold, holding his whip and whipping a group of sheep, scaring them into hiding and kicking them.

A whistle floated into the child's ears. He raised his dark face and looked around. The corner of his mouth immediately revealed a grin