Early the next morning, as Zhenzhen returned from fetching water, she saw the pile of items on the table, and quickly ran to the room, only to find the big bed by the west window empty. Her nose turned sour, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"How could big brother leave without a word? He still had so many stories to tell!"
Zhenzhen's crying awoke everyone in the house, and they hurried out, not even having time to dress properly. Seeing the items on the table, they instantly understood what had happened. For a moment they looked at one another in silence, lost for words.
Silently sorting through the items on the table, Mo Yan felt uneasy. Although she had initially saved the person because he had saved a family member's life, when she thought of his identity, she couldn't help but feel some resentment, wishing he would leave sooner to avoid bringing calamity to the family. Yet now, he had departed without uttering a word, and she found herself feeling narrow-minded.
