Day by day, he believed that Xingxing could endure, but what about year after year?
No one was there to accompany her, no one to talk to, disconnected from society. If he were there, at least there would be someone to talk with.
As for Moh Li, the same thoughts applied. Could anyone really stay with Xingxing for years and years in such a place?
"Grandpa, don't be a disbeliever. Tomorrow you'll see how busy I am every day. I'm starting to grow vegetables to sustain myself, and I've even fed the little pig recently, depending solely on Ancestor these past couple of days. I still need to go check on it tomorrow; I'm worried it might have become too thin."
That little pig was carried there on Moh Li's back.
And that pig was restless, constantly moving about, and oh, the smell on Moh Li's body by the end.
Once they arrived at the mountains, they set up a pigsty together. If before it was a secluded paradise, now it had transformed into a grounded little mountain cabin.
