Chapter 93

Sunlight filtered through the thick leaves and seemed to dance on the decaying wooden floor of this jungle hut below. Lush greenery surrounded this small place, giving it a charming look.

In one corner, he was sitting on a rough cut wooden board, carving intricate designs into a piece of wood. His hands, rough and untouched by wild life, seemed to move swiftly with practiced ease. However, his eyes were fixed on the door of the hut.

Moments later she entered, looking around, the expression in her eyes softening slightly when she caught sight of Conard. There was a spark of familiarity in his gaze, as if he had found something he had lost. Moving towards him, he barely controlled the storm of excitement and happiness that arose in him, which surprised him when he saw the stranger in front of him.

Conard knew that she would definitely come. He had met her outside the same hut three days ago, so it was quite possible that she would come there even today. He had been sitting there sinc