As the tiger brothers gradually grew up, Aunt Tiger would take them to learn hunting. I left the tiger brothers when Aunt Tiger died – my “jailer” was gone, and I was “released”. I don’t know how long this time was, perhaps slightly shorter than six years, or perhaps slightly longer…
I actually didn’t want to leave because I knew I hadn’t spoken to humans for so long and was afraid I couldn’t adapt to worldly life. But the tiger brothers insisted on sending me off. The send-off was a happy journey. They sent me over mountain after mountain…
If not for that black cold arrow that shot past, I thought we could have continued happily. The arrow grazed my body and directly pierced Big Tiger’s eye. Big Tiger went mad, howling. I was anxious to go see its injury but was violently bumped into a small hill…
Grabbing the wild grass on the ground, I tried to struggle up, but suddenly felt a pain in my lower abdomen and immediately fainted, knowing nothing more.
“Do you like the Great King?” I asked without hesitation.
She was not shy at all and said directly: “All the girls of Night Mountain love the Great King!”
“Oh.” I responded softly, learning for the first time that the mountains that had imprisoned me for so many years were called Night Mountain, and continued asking, “Langyue, what are the people of Night Mountain like? Are there any special characteristics?
As soon as I finished speaking, Langyue’s hand combing my hair trembled. A strange light flashed in her starry eyes: “Your pronunciation of my name sounds incredibly beautiful. If not for the three scars on the right side of your face, you would definitely be the most beautiful person in the world.”
Seeing the dimness in my eyes, she seemed to realize she had said something wrong. She guiltily covered her mouth and looked at me carefully. Her childish gesture made me less concerned about my disfigurement.
“I have never seen my own appearance, and I don’t have any feelings about it, so I don’t mind…”
