"What's happening... Why are they afraid of me..."
The little girl saw the uncles and aunts, grandpas and grandmas who usually called her Little Que'er, now filled with fear and dread toward her, and she was confused.
Was it because she killed the tiger?
But don't many of the uncles and aunts in the village also go hunting in the mountains?
Or is it because... she's too young to have killed the tiger?
Little Que'er remembered Grandma saying that her strength was too great, and she shouldn't show it in front of others.
She pursed her somewhat pale lips and tried to carry Grandma back to rest.
But her arm was bleeding from the bite of a fierce tiger, causing great pain, and those two punches just now seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
Yet, she still endured the pain, gritting her teeth as she carried Grandma back to the small room and placed her on the bed.
"Huff... huff..."
