Chapter 644 Samba, Goodbye

e me, you love the person I am!" She had a hint of guilt and fear on her face as she raised her voice and shouted at him.He strode towards her, his tall frame casting a shadow. "Because it doesn't mat..."...I brought you some porridge and roasted meat."

Zhu Xiaowei walked into the room somewhat awkwardly, trying to maintain a calm demeanor as she greeted Qiao Baier and the others. However, when she glanced at the huge figure lying on the bed, her expression still betrayed a hint of fear.

After Samba got hurt, Qiao Bao'er hasn't wanted to see them these past few days.

Lu Qinan was anxious, pacing and sighing. Jun Zhimu didn't say anything, but his anxiety was evident. After thinking about it, Zhu Xiaowei was the most suitable person to take the initiative to approach her. They hoped this would ease the tension; their previous hurt towards Samba was just a misunderstanding.

"Joe, we are all so happy to see you so healthy."

"Junzhi's shepherd, he's especially worried about you... And also, Lu Qinian that goofball is making a ruckus out there," Zhu Xiaowei said with a smile on her face and a gentle voice.

"They're really looking forward to meeting you, Jojo. Are you going to go out and see them"

Because of this experience of surviving together on the island, Zhu Xiaowei also became much closer to Lu Qinan and the others.

While Qiao Bao'er listened to her words, she remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't have much emotion on her face, Zhu Xiaowei also didn't dare to say more.

And Samba, because Zhu Xiaowei was in the room, seemed to be on high alert, with a menacing expression. His dark eyes were fixed on Zhu Xiaowei.

Samba felt these 'little people' were dangerous and would soon harm him and his young.

Zhu Xiaowei, being stared at by such a huge wild man, was nervous and at a loss. She kept telling herself not to be afraid.

"... Samba won't hurt you on purpose." Qiao Baoer saw her nervousness.

"I, I was very surprised to see you here," she said slowly. "I've been stranded on this island. At first, I hoped someone would come looking for me, but as time went by, I started to think it was impossible…"

Qiao Bao'er seemed to not know how to face Jun Zhimu all of a sudden. With Lu Qinan and the others there, she had almost gotten used to life on this deserted island these past few months.

"I've calmed down a bit. I'll go out in a few days to explain things to them. Samba's injuries aren't fully healed yet," Qiao Baoer said, her voice laced with annoyance. "Besides, going out now would just make him a target."

She had only hoped, in the most fragile way, that perhaps she might find a companion within the palace walls.

To unexpectedly meet them like this now, my feelings are a bit overwhelming.

Since Qiao Baier said to talk in a few days, Zhu Xiaowei didn't urge her anymore. Now there is some distance between Qiao Baier and them.

"I didn't expect to find you here on the island, and you get along so well with the natives." Zhu Xiaowei smiled in praise.

Qiao Bao'er looked at her without speaking.

Jo Bao'er wouldn't speak at first. She was very scared and uneasy.

Zhu Xiaowei left the food behind, she quietly closed the door and went out.

Jo Baoer looked at the door. She knew, Jun Zhimu and they had come. She could finally go back, finally leave this island. But, "…it didn't seem as happy as I imagined."

Three days later, Samba's wounds had recovered at an astonishing rate. The gunshot wound on his leg no longer hampered his normal walking, though he was still unable to run. The gunshot wound on his chest had also scabbed over, with virtually no aftereffects.

As long as Samba was in the palace, he would be anxious all day, worrying about this and that. No matter where Qiao Baoer went, Samba had to follow her to feel at ease.

A large round table, with ten people.

Today's breakfast atmosphere was a bit tense. Qiao Bao'er and Samba were also at this table, along with Jun Zhimu, Lu Qinan, and Zhu Xiaowei.

“Well, Qiao Baier, you seem to have gained some weight.”

Lu Qinan glanced at Sang Ba, the burly boy sitting across from him, feeling a little uncomfortable. He casually brought up a random topic.

"Yeah, we were worried about you before, didn't expect...you're even better than us." The monkey also spoke up, in a playful and witty way.

Qiao Baoer glanced at them, not very enthusiastic, without responding. She lowered her head and ate her own breakfast: a bowl of wild boar congee and half a piece of roasted mutton.

Samba stared intently at the person across the table, as if all his muscles were tense and ready to fight. He was highly nervous, worried that something might happen and he would have to immediately scoop up his young one and run.

"Samba, eat something. We're going home later." Qiao Baoer said in a flat tone.

Samba immediately turned to look at her, first taking a bite of the grilled mutton. This piece, palm-sized, was barely enough for him. Then he tried to drink the porridge with a spoon. That was really difficult for Samba; he rarely even drank soup, so drinking porridge felt strange to him.

Those at the same table secretly watched the interaction between Qiao Bao'er and the wild man Samba, their hearts filled with astonishment. This wild man could actually understand Mandarin!

Before, it was just speculation, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I can't help but be amazed.

Is a wild man's IQ that high

Jun Zhimu showed no interest in Samba. His face was complicated, as if he had been suppressing something for a long time. He turned to Qiao Baier and asked in a low voice, "...Where are you going"

She just told the wild man to eat, and that they would be going home later.

Is she leaving

One's mood is like a taut string.

Her relationship with her former husband, Junzhi Mu, was practically nonexistent before she came to the island. She had already forgotten him completely due to an injury she sustained prior to entering the island. If it weren't for people around her confirming their marital status, she wouldn't even acknowledge their past.

Jun Zhimu watched, and his heart ached seeing the wild man Samba sitting next to Qiao Bao'er. That seat should have been his.

He could see that the wild man was very protective of Qiao Baoer, so during the time she had been stranded on this island, Samba must have taken good care of her.

Now, Junzhi's shepherd is not even as good as a wild man.

There are many words he wants to say to her, and he wants to hold her tightly, but now, he doesn't know how to start the conversation.

And yet, she said she wanted to leave

Everyone at the table fell silent, the atmosphere suddenly heavy with unspoken tension. They all feared that Jun Zhimu might, in a moment of unbridled anger, blurt out something hurtful.

"...My house is a little hut in the marketplace with Samba. We're going back to check on it later,"

Qiao Bao'er didn't pay attention to Jun Zhimu's scorching and complex gaze across from her. Her tone was straightforward, "If you're interested, you can come and have a look too."

Zhu Xiaowei instantly felt relieved upon hearing this.

Lu Qinan immediately excitedly argued, "We definitely have to go with them!"

To make the atmosphere at the dinner table less awkward, the monkeys also chatted actively, "We heard you made a lot of gold by selling flint."

"The crab said he was envious of a wild man with such high intelligence before, it turns out it's one of his own people..."

They all bustled and chattered as they ate breakfast, afraid that Qiao Baier would run away alone. They followed her out of the palace closely, turning left and right through the marketplace for nearly half an hour before reaching Qiao Baier and Samba's home.

Before them stood a humble grass hut, resembling the dwellings of African natives. Lu Qinan and his companions curiously explored their surroundings.

Actually, Qiao Baier's thatched hut was bigger before, but it was destroyed. She is temporarily staying in this small room.

"Samba, I have to go back home."

"My house is very, very far away…" to his temper. Shaving wasn't that difficult, it was just a game. " ...Junzhimu, you squat down, lower yourself, I can't reach." Qiao Bao first rubbed a face full of foam on him and held the imported...