Yu Hui, holding onto the last shred of hope, tried to persuade the Goddess to reconsider this decision he didn't agree with, "This young rabbit got separated, which is why I caught it. Even if we release it, its fate is to be eaten by larger animals."
He didn't say the last sentence, 'Better us eat it instead,' but he believed the Goddess understood his point.
Jiang Xiyu looked a bit conflicted as she stroked the fluffy little rabbit in her hands.
Just when Yu Hui thought there was hope for some meat, Jiang Xiyu spoke up: "Then let's keep this little rabbit. It's so small it wouldn't eat much, just feed it some grass usually."
Yu Hui almost couldn't maintain the smile on his face.
What kind of spirit is this?
You don't even have enough to eat yourself, yet you want to feed what could be food?
"If you," he choked a bit, managing to squeeze out, "if you're happy, that's good."
