The younger brothers and sisters gradually fell asleep, leaving only Da Lang with his eyes open in the pitch-black room.
He didn't bring many things. The small sword given by his uncle was worn on his body, the slingshot, bow and arrow, and dagger were already packed. He only had two books, planning to borrow the ones he didn't have from Second Lang to save himself some effort.
But there was still something very important that he couldn't take with him, nor could he find someone to borrow it from.
Ah Wang wasn't going to the Capital City; he made his stance clear earlier in the main room.
Qin Yao also chose to respect that decision.
Thinking of this, Da Lang felt stifled, the excitement and joy of exploring a new map dissipating, leaving only a sense of powerlessness and helplessness.
For the first time, the young man realized that relationships between people could be so fragile.
He couldn't change anyone, nor could he change himself for anyone else.
