Due to the high altitude and long-term neglect, the spring here had long since dried up.
Qiao An stood on the mountaintop with her hands on her hips, gazing out over the entire deserted island. A wave of emotion washed over her. Besides this clumsy Black Panther at her side, there was no one else she could command. Resigned to her fate, she stared into the distance.
'SIGH... Fending for myself is one thing, but starting completely from scratch is just so hard!'
'I have a roof over my head—a wooden cabin to shelter me from the elements—but if I want to improve my quality of life, what am I supposed to do? Start by planting cotton?'
Seeing the worried look on Qiao An's face, the Black Panther padded closer and rubbed against her leg, tickling her.
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. We still have to go down to fetch water later..."
Living on the mountaintop wasn't exactly convenient, but at least there was a kitchen, which saved her some trouble.
