His thoughts were simple; he did not know what kind of feelings his eldest, second, and sixth brothers had, but he only knew that since the moment she left, a large corner of his heart felt empty.
"Black Eagle!"
Black Dog rushed over, blocking Black Eagle, who was recklessly pounding his fists against a tree trunk, causing his knuckles to split and blood to flow from his wounds.
"What are you doing?" he hastily took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around Black Eagle's hand, then seemed unable to bear it, and let out a sigh.
"Black Eagle, I know you and Black Cat are a match, I also know that since she's gone, you're worried, but think about it? If you keep on like this, and Black Cat finds out, how heartbroken would she be?"
Black Eagle cast a faint glance at him and then struck the tree once more.
He muttered with a gloomy voice, "She simply, doesn't care, not even, a little bit…"
Yes, she didn't care, for if she did, how could she have left so decisively?
