Bai Xiang and Wu Wa were trekking deep into the back mountain for the first time, thinking the journey would just be laughs along the way by the thatched cottages.
They had actually walked past the thatched cottages?
As they walked, they began to question their lives, wondering why the road was so long.
So long that there seemed to be no end in sight.
"Xingxing, how much longer until we get there?"
Bai Xiang was so exhausted he couldn't get up, truly unable to go any further.
"I can't go on, I need to rest."
Having said this, Bai Xiang actually did just that, lying down right then and there.
He shamelessly played possum, clearly not caring what happened—he just wouldn't get up.
Bai Zhi glanced around and suggested, "Cousin, I think you'd better get up now, or you won't have the chance to run later."
After all, it was getting dark, and the wild pigs would soon come out.
Why they came out at night, she didn't know.
