"Take care."
Wan Wanxin nodded at everyone, her expression shifting in an instant to resume its gentle and understanding facade.
Then she headed down the mountain without a backward glance.
A sarcastic glint flickered in Chaoyang's eyes, gone in an instant.
The corners of Feng Moxi's lips curled slightly, her gaze cold. 'It's not that I don't want to kill that woman right now. It's just that sometimes, living is hardly easier than dying.'
"Now that we're out, what are your plans?" Chaoyang looked at He Ping and the others as he spoke. They weren't friends or relatives, so now that they had escaped, they naturally wouldn't continue traveling together.
He certainly wasn't about to lead them on a search for so-called supplies.
He Ping glanced awkwardly at Sima Yue, who remained expressionless and aloof.
He then looked over at Feng Moxi. Her gaze was fixed on the distance, her brow deeply furrowed as if she were lost in thought.
