C72 He Didn't dare to Speak out of Anger

She had a piece of fruit skin stuck to her palm, and because it was cooked, it was soft and stuck to her palm.

This meal, Little A ate until it was tasteless.

That night, the five of them squeezed into a small wooden house.

They took turns keeping vigil, changing once every two hours.

Little Q casually leaned on the sofa, closing his eyes to take a nap