He didn't want to run anymore, nor did he want to pretend to be strong.
He just wanted to stay by her side in a different capacity. Even if it was just watching from afar, even if he could only be an escorting guard, he was willing.
"I don't support idlers."
Xi Lan's voice was as cold as ice.
She finally turned around. The faint light of dawn reflected in the depths of her dark eyes, but they held not a trace of warmth.
Her answer was curt and final, leaving no room for negotiation.
But she hadn't told him to "get lost," nor had she denied him the right to travel with them.
Behind this cold refusal lay a nearly imperceptible concession—she would allow him to follow, but he had to earn his place with his own strength.
On this path, no one would receive special treatment.
After their discussion, they rested for another four hours or so.
