Chapter 18: The dying Mr. Food Reserve and Ruan Qiuqiu begin the tale of a wolf and a human's difficult life in the primitive world (1)

The reasons why Ruan Qiuqiu wanted to do her best to save the gray wolf were complicated. It wasn’t just because they were married and he would be able to provide her a safe place to live as long as he was alive.

She was more influenced by a sympathy that she couldn’t put into words and also... an explicable hope.

She hoped that he wouldn’t be as twisted and terrible as rumored and that her life would be like his injuries, slowly getting better.

That way, she wouldn’t be so lonely in this ancient fantasy world with humans, demons, and fiends.

After all, the only person that she had a relationship with in this world was this gray wolf.

If he died...

Ruan Qiuqiu took a deep breath. She didn’t want to imagine the lonely and difficult life that awaited her. It was too scary.

She shook her head and forced herself to calm down.

She stretched out her fingertips that had gone numb from the cold and tried to feel for the water element in the surrounding air. After slowly guiding the ability in her body, she was able to condense a droplet of healing water with great difficulty.

The sky had grown darker, and the light coming around the corner of the cave had gotten a lot weaker too.

Ruan Qiuqiu opened her eyes wide to search for any hint of improvement in Mr. Gray Wolf’s complexion.

In fact, he was very handsome....

Was his dark eyebrows scrunched up because of pain? There were fierce-looking creases nestled between his furrowed brows. His eyes were long and narrow. His thick and dense eyelashes didn’t curl up that much and looked like two small lightly trembling fans.

Mr. Gray wolf had unhealthy dark circles under his eyes. Looking down, she could see his straight nose and those slightly warm, but deathly pale lips pressed together.

He was the most peerlessly handsome wolf demon that she had ever seen. But, that was only true if she ignored that atrocious scar that went from his left forehead to underneath his right eyelid.

Although that long and deep scar didn’t hurt the gray wolf’s eyes, it ruined his exquisite and handsome face.

That wound hadn’t fully healed, and she could faintly see the parts of the bloody flesh that hadn’t scabbed over. It made him look strange and absurd.

He really was a very pitiful wolf demon.

He was disfigured, crippled, blind, and abandoned by his tribe when he was nearing death.