Lin Xingwan, 28, died of overtime work.
When she woke up, she was lying on a strange wasteland with two suns above her head. Surrounded by a group of two-meter-tall orcs, they were arguing fiercely - "no beast form", "atavistic heresy", "throw it out".
She traveled through time. Became a useless female. Abandoned by the entire tribe.
The person who took her away was a silver-haired man with old wounds and blood all over his body. The tribesmen call him "Mad Dog" - he was the first war god of the White Lion tribe eight years ago. After being poisoned, he became violent and no one dared to get close to him.
There is nothing in the stone house. Bai Ye pushed the last piece of dried meat to her and curled up facing the wall.
Lin Xingwan didn't cry. She rummaged through the house and found flint, dried moss, and tallow. The next day, the fire started. On the third day, the stoneware bowl was baked. On the seventh day, she made a lamp out of cotton wicks and oil.
Bai Ye stared at the light for a long time, then raised his head to look at her, his amber eyes filled with warmth for the first time.
He is not a big hero who "wants to protect her". He just... No one had smiled at him in years.
What happened next is unclear to the orcs in the tribe - they only know that the "waste" they threw out first built a house, grew food, and cured the mad dog's old injuries; then on the day of the Black Tiger tribe's raid, she used traps and fire attacks to fend off the tide of enemies; and later, the priest knelt down in front of them all and called her the "Lord of the Stars."
But the "mad dog" that everyone once feared only stayed by the stove roasting a piece of sweet potato, waiting for her to come back.
"She is my life." When Bai Ye said this, his tone was very calm. It's like stating a matter of course.
