"Wait here for me, I'll be back soon."
Mu Xiaojiu had decided that if there was something to be done, it needed to be done best. How could he allow himself to give up halfway?
So, without giving Baili Xia any chance to refuse, he turned and walked towards the opposite cliff.
"Uncle, really, there's no need, Uncle..."
Behind him, Baili Xia's calling voice was scattered by the wind as soon as it left her mouth.
He really went down.
Descending from the other side of the cliff in the dead of night, groping in the dark just to get her a few bites of roasted sweet potatoes.
Baili Xia sat inside the tent, holding a bundle of blankets, not quite able to describe her feelings at the moment.
If it was good, let it be purely good, without mixing anything else, just like that.
If not good, it would be better for her to give up completely.
Why keep flip-flopping between good and bad, what did he expect her to feel?
The mountain wind howled, and no one answered her question.
