Tang San could see from behind that Hulena's fists were clenched tightly, as if she were desperately trying to control her emotions. He didn't say much, just an expression of calmness on his face.
Evil Moon had been observing him the entire time, but trying to read something from Tang San's face was surely harder than ascending to the heavens.
Yan could never have imagined that Hulena would say such things to him, a tumult of emotions—grievance, unwillingness, anger, pain—roiled within him. But faced with Hulena before him, he just couldn't lash out.
His gaze hardened as it passed over Hulena, and he glared viciously at Tang San before snorting angrily and turning to walk towards the camp.
"Can I leave now, Miss Hulena?" Tang San asked indifferently.
Hulena turned around to look at the man who had first stirred her heart, and for some reason, she felt a hint of panic.
