บท 172: Migration ( 22 )

Today, the people of Winterseed experienced the saddest morning ever, the adult remained gloomy after the burial while the young ones who didn't understand the concept of death could only wonder why the adults were sad.

After the burial, everyone returned to their various homes, but their mood was never the same. Some of them couldn't even find the strength to work.

The soldiers went to guard the borders, but with moody expressions.

On the other hand, Rowan went to meet D'andre.

D'andre wasn't aware of the whole ordeal as he was asleep in his tenth.

"Elara baby... Don't run away from me! Don't you like handsome men? I have a big...*

Rowan was greeted with D'andre sleepy voice when he got to the tent.

'You can't even woo her in your own dream? What a loser.' Rowan snorted before waking D'andre up with a loud clap.

D'andre jotted awake immediately and immediately opened the tent.