The feeling of loneliness crept up, lasting for about three hours or so.
He quickened his hands, focusing on crafting flint arrowheads; the more active he was, the fewer negative emotions he felt.
Transforming negative emotions into energy for action was a relatively good solution.
Then he lay down to sleep.
Kept being bitten painfully by some unknown bugs.
Slept poorly, coupled with those negative emotions, he almost felt he couldn't hold on.
But when dawn came, and the sun rose, his mood improved again.
He went out and gathered some wild vegetables, stewing them with mutton.
Forcing himself to eat more.
Very much wanted to hunt some animals for hunger relief along the way, but unfortunately, he couldn't find anything.
That day, he tried to control his diet as much as possible. In the evening, he lit a fire in a bush, spread branches and dry grass on the ground, stewed a piece of mutton, and spent the night like that.
