The sadness blocked in her heart had nowhere to vent, all rushing towards her eyes. She could only restrain herself desperately, preventing them from flowing out.
Xiao Chen glanced at the backpack and gun she placed in his hands, and a sudden surge of anger rose in his heart.
"What are you doing? Giving me these things, thinking that I'll forgive you because of this?"
Lan Yue shook her head silently.
She never thought like that, nor dared to hope for such a thing.
Xiao Chen looked at her silent demeanor, his anger growing, "Life and death are in fate; I don't need your things, and you should stop following me."
After speaking, he directly threw the backpack in his hands, heading straight into the forest ahead, swiftly walking away.
Lan Yue watched his figure quickly disappear into the forest, lowered her head with a bitter smile, and didn't chase after him.
She sat down wearily on the ground and looked up at the sky.
