Seraphina didn't even look up, directly waved her hand to refuse, her fingers tightly clutching the edge of the wooden bowl.
"The roads are already hard to travel in the rainy season, taking a detour wastes too much time. Dad is still waiting in the Fox Clan's territory, I don't even know how he is now, how dare I delay for a bit of salt?"
Her tone was urgent, her heart felt like it was on fire.
Wyatt Yardley saw her determination and didn't persuade her further.
But a hint of heartache appeared in his dark red eyes.
The males could hold on for a few days, but he was afraid Seraphina couldn't take it.
Though she was stubborn, her body wasn't as resilient as those who traveled frequently outside.
Long-distance travel combined with mental tension would eventually take its toll.
Kaelan Hawthorne lowered his head and muttered softly, "It's all my fault, I should have mentioned it earlier..."
As he spoke, he twisted the corner of his clothes, his face full of regret.
