Hulan lifted the curtain and walked in timidly, to see Tu Ya lying on the wooden bed, quietly crying. "Tu Ya..." Hulan wanted to comfort her, but her mind was a little foggy, and she couldn’t think of anything comforting to say. Tu Ya buried her face in the bedding, then suddenly sat up with red eyes, "If you won’t help, then fine! Even if Mother won’t help me, I can rely on myself!" She clenched her little fists and then fiercely rubbed her eyes. "Hulan, call Bazak and the others back for me. They are all my men, and I can’t lose a single one!" Hulan’s heart ’thumped’ at those words, "Tu Ya, you aren’t thinking of..." Tu Ya urged her, and Hulan’s expression immediately turned into one of ’you must be crazy.’ But such things were actually not uncommon in the Tribe of the Outside. However, it was one thing for others, but Bazak had deep feelings for Tu Ya. How could Bazak bear this? Regardless, Hulan still ended up calling people back for Tu Ya. Over a dozen men gathered, some wearing smiles of surprise, some harboring unease, some obedient and well-behaved with heads bowed, and some greeted Tu Ya with giggles and laughter. But when Tu Ya said her next words, everyone, without exception, showed an expression of disbelief. Bazak was the most affected; he felt as though he had been struck by a thunderclap, and in an instant, his world seemed to have been covered by an endless, thick darkness... Inside the felt tent, the junior wife watched over the man on the bed, saw the dark shadows under his eyes, and thought of her own uncontrollable "Addiction." She frowned deeply and her small face grew somber. "Just now, Hulan came to find me..." Hong Xiangjun lifted the curtain and walked in. She hadn’t finished her sentence when she saw the young girl raise a finger to her lips with a soft "Shh," as if she was afraid of waking the man on the bed. Hong Xiangjun quickly covered her mouth, then gestured for the young girl to come over. After standing up, Dong Huiying bent down to tuck Liang Haoming in, then turned to walk towards Hong Xiangjun. Outside the tent, Hong Xiangjun whispered, "Just now, Hulan came to find me. The people here are really hospitable. They found out we saved Tu Ya and Hulan, and they’re going to have a bonfire party tonight to thank us. They insisted that we must attend, especially since it’s really... oh, actually it’s you, you’re the main event tonight." Dong Huiying frowned, "I’m worried about Haoming." If possible, she would have wanted to stay by his side without leaving, but since the Kechar tribe wanted to thank her, it would be too discourteous not to show up. "Don’t you have all those little bottles and jars?" Hong Xiangjun teased her with a wink. "I remember there’s a butterfly, Xiao Hua, right? You could let it out to protect your SiLang." Dong Huiying slapped her forehead, "Right, how could I have forgotten Xiao Hua." Hong Xiangjun said, "Exactly. What on earth has been distracting you? This is the Kechar, nobody here can do anything to your SiLang. Besides, he’s just tired, he’ll naturally recover after some rest." Dong Huiying’s face flushed. "Yeah, you’re right, we’ll leave it at that." As she turned to leave, Hong Xiangjun tugged at her, "Wait, you haven’t answered me yet. What were you so distracted and out of sorts about earlier?" What else could it be? The junior wife felt a bitter expression cross her face, thinking of Liang Haoming, who was now asleep in the tent, her heart aching to the extreme.