Seeing Chi Zaozao treat himself with such cold indifference, Ye Que truly felt bitter inside.
But when she said she needed to rest, he didn't insist on staying, and got up to leave.
After hearing that Zaozao was feeling unwell and had been carried down the mountain by Ye Que, Jin Chengzhi and the others hurried down as well.
Only after knowing that Zaozao was alright did they breathe a sigh of relief.
Ye Que stepped out of the tent, sitting alone by the riverbank in a melancholic reflection.
Thinking back on his behavior, he really shouldn't have acted that way. Why couldn't he have accommodated her a little? She was fine now, but if something had happened, he would never have been able to forgive himself.
With his head buried in his hands, he sat there, his figure slightly desolate.
Unbeknownst to him, Tang Wanyuan came over and quietly sat beside him.
Feeling someone sit down, he turned his head and saw it was Tang Wanyuan, his lips curving into a mocking sneer.
