ame familiar with the scenery – it was the stone door from before, now scattered like it had been bombed. Just as I stopped, the mother tiger nudged me again with her head, indicating I should continue forward…
Unconsciously, two streams of warm tears flowed out, and I was too lazy to wipe them away. I looked at the mother tiger staring intently at me and said: “I don’t like bloody things, take it away. I want to sleep…”
After saying this, I didn’t care whether the mother tiger understood or not, and lay down to sleep deeply.
When I woke up again, it was already dark. The mother tiger had dragged me to a cave, and two tiger cubs were nestled contentedly in my arms, back in this place again…
I scratched the little tiger cub, and it let out a comfortable low growl, turned, changed position, and burrowed deeper into my arms. Well, let it be. I can’t escape anyway. Although I don’t have any boring thoughts of seeking death, what difference does it make to die a day earlier or later? There’s nothing in this world that makes me want to cling to life anymore… Drifting with the wind and waves, living one day at a time – this is the life of Lan Jiao Long from now on!
After this, I no longer had any will to survive, just letting myself live or die in the wilderness. I couldn’t force myself to eat the raw beasts the mother tiger hunted, so I often climbed the mountain to randomly pick some medicinal herbs to eat…
Whenever I went to pick medicinal herbs, Aunt Tiger would silently follow me. If there was danger, she would fight to protect me, but she wouldn’t allow me to escape. Because she knew clearly that the tiger cubs loved me far more than she did, so in a way, I had escaped one prison only to be imprisoned by a tiger in a “unique” manner.
Over time, the tiger cubs’ extraordinary affection for me made Aunt Tiger look at me with eyes that were sometimes kind, sometimes fierce. Yes, Aunt Tiger, that’s what I respectfully called her.
