'Is that even a reason?'
Wu Yue truly couldn't wrap her head around it. It wasn't like she was faking her poor health. This body was frail from birth, so of course, it couldn't compare to that of a normal, healthy female.
She sounded aggrieved. "When my Amu was pregnant with me, something happened and she injured herself. That's why I was born weaker than other females."
'Is that my fault? Everyone wants a healthy body!'
Beside her, Qingcao patted her shoulder comfortingly, touched by the love Wu Yue's Father and Amu had for her.
In a small tribe like the one Wu Yue came from, any cub born with a weak body would have been thrown into the forest to fend for itself.
Small tribes didn't have a witch, so when someone fell ill, all they could do was lie in their cave and wait.
Waiting to see another sunrise, or waiting for death.
The price for a witch's healing was steep, requiring a vast amount of prey.
