After picking up the backpack, the black man retreated.
He didn't say another word and quickly disappeared from her sight.
Qu Tan'er calmly took a slow bite of the cookie she originally held in her hand.
As if she hadn't noticed anything just now.
She had the chance to kill the black man earlier, but she didn't act. Because the black man glared at her fiercely but showed no intent to kill, nor did he have any other thoughts. He just wanted to survive in this harsh environment. Robbing food, water, and medicine—if she found herself in such a situation, she might do the same.
She shrugged her shoulders, feeling a bit uninterested!
As the cookie was finished, a familiar tall figure suddenly landed. Seeing her safe, he breathed a sigh of relief and then frowned, looking in the direction the black man had fled. Were those footsteps, getting farther away?
