Two days passed peacefully.
Every morning, Su Qinglan would climb up to the top of the mountain to check on the work. Rong Ye and Han Jue were doing an amazing job.
The tall tree they had chosen was already hollowed out into two large floors. Its inside looked spacious and strong, the wood smoothed neatly, with even the corners polished clean.
Su Qinglan stood there with a bright expression on her face, admiring their work. "You two are really good at this," she said proudly. "At this rate, we’ll have a proper house in no time."
Han Jue wiped the sweat from his neck and smiled faintly. "It’ll be ready soon."
Rong Ye only grunted softly, but his tail was wagging behind him, clearly pleased by her praise.
Every time she came, Su Qinglan brought them food... roasted meat, cooked eggs, or the fresh soup Hu Yan had made that morning.
The two beastmen never said much, but they always ate with quiet gratitude. It had already become a habit for all of them... Su Qinglan was checking, teasing, and feeding while the two silently worked. The scene really looked like a harmonious family.
Meanwhile, Hu Yan never left her side for long.
He was determined to take care of her, and he meant every word of it. From the moment she woke up till the time she went to sleep, he kept an eye on her. He wouldn’t even let her touch the cooking pot anymore.
If she so much as reached for a knife or a spoon, his golden eyes would narrow slightly, and he’d take it from her hand with that calm, no-argument expression.
"Hu Yan," she had complained once, crossing her arms, "I’m not made of glass."
"What is glass?"
"Ahh...never mind, I didn’t say anything."
"Okay, but you’re carrying my cubs. So you can only rest."
That was that.
Now Su Qinglan could only wander around, poking at flowers, picking herbs, and sighing in boredom while Hu Yan cooked, cleaned, and guarded her like a loyal shadow.
Sometimes she would glare at him from the corner, muttering under her breath. "Honestly, this beast is too responsible for his own good."
But she is not going to admit how good it felt when someone was always taking care of you. And for a person like her who had lived her entire life alone, she couldn’t explain this feeling.
During her daily trips up and down the mountain, Su Qinglan didn’t just check the treehouse. She also gathered all kinds of herbs. Healing herbs, strengthening roots, and ones that helped with blood and energy.
She had made Zhao Mu boil them every day for Liu Shan, who was still weak and pale.
Liu Shan spent most of her time asleep. Every time she woke up, her body felt heavy, and she would soon drift off again. Sadly, she never managed to meet Su Qinglan...every time she opened her eyes, Qinglan was away on the mountain, or it was already late at night.
Still, Su Qinglan kept a close watch. When she visited the cave in the evenings, she noticed something that made her heart lighten. Liu Shan’s cheeks were no longer colorless. There was a soft rosy tint now. Her lips looked less dry.
"Good," Su Qinglan murmured with a small smile. "The medicine is working."
Zhao Mu was doing his best, too. He was clumsy at first, but he followed every instruction carefully. Su Qinglan had even taught him how to cook simple food that Liu Shan could eat.
"Boil the meat longer," she told him one morning. "Soft meat is easier to eat when someone’s weak. Don’t just throw it on the fire like usual."
Zhao Mu had nodded seriously. "I’ll do it right."
Now, he was making simple soups and soft-boiled meat mixed with herbs and feeding Liu Shan spoon by spoon.
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