"Enemy."
Anyway, upon meeting again, it would surely be as enemies.
If Bai Chuan truly had nothing to do with that incident, he wouldn't have lost contact with her because of it.
Mo Shangjun had called him, many times.
But it was always turned off.
He vanished as if he evaporated from the world, disappearing without a trace.
Seeing Mo Shangjun's unsettled mood, Ding Jing wisely refrained from asking more questions. She quietly washed Mo Shangjun's feet and then pierced the blister on her foot.
Mo Shangjun's situation was much better than hers; she only had one blister on her left foot, which Ding Jing dealt with effortlessly.
As a dutiful runner, after dealing with Mo Shangjun's blister, Ding Jing even helped her put on her shoes and socks.
By this time, Ren Yu had also tended to most of his injuries. Dragging his backpack, he staggered over.
