"Female, you must be starving, right?"
On the swaying back of the Beast, the well-dressed old beastman Jin Yu took out food and water from the bundle and handed it to the disheveled female in front of him.
Treated kindly by his demeanor, the frail female curled up in the corner froze for a moment, her clear and clean eyes filled with gratitude.
"Thank you, you're truly a good person!"
With tears in her eyes, she appeared to have been hungry for a long time, devouring the food voraciously, her ashen face looking extremely pitiful.
Jin Yu, over a hundred years old, saw that she was about the size of his own cub's offspring and couldn't help but ask: "Female, what's your name, and why are you here alone?"
Wen Shu paused her swallowing motion, thinking that since she was "dead," she should have a new identity, her eyebrows curved with a smile: "Just call me Xiao Wen, as for why I'm here..."
