Far End of Prehistoric Era.
Thin mist engulfs the edge of the mountain rocks and trees, standing there, shadowy and indistinct.
Looking further ahead, nothing remains but a vast expanse of whiteness.
Chuzheng stands on the hill, gazing out there.
At this moment, as the sky darkens, she doesn't intend to move forward.
"Little Phoenix, there's still time to turn back now."
"We've come this far, wouldn't it be a waste not to go in?" Chuzheng has no plans to give up.
"..."
If Tu Yan could persuade Chuzheng, he wouldn't be standing here now.
Chuzheng found some food nearby, fed Tu Yan, and then looked at him without expression.
Tu Yan: "..."
Every night along the way, she's just looking at him like this.
At first, Tu Yan didn't understand.
Then he realized.
As soon as he reverted to his true form, the girl would immediately approach, burrow into his arms, and then... stroke his fur.
Does she really like his fur so much?
