Mo Shangjun delegated the task of fetching water to An Chen and Ni Rou.
"Momo, where are you going?"
Noticing Mo Shangjun leaving out of the corner of his eye, An Chen instinctively called out to her.
"Just taking a walk."
She answered perfunctorily and lazily.
An Chen watched Mo Shangjun's retreating figure against the afterglow, stretching a long and faint shadow behind her, the warm light enveloping her as she left unhurriedly. The warmth and gentleness in his dark eyes faded bit by bit, replaced by an indescribable sense of loss and pain.
Ni Rou took out her own water bottle and glanced at An Chen as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. Her hand movements stiffened inadvertently as her eyes accidentally met his.
Turning her head, Ni Rou looked in the direction where Mo Shangjun had gone.
In that instant, she couldn't bring herself to hate her.
From deep within, a profound sense of powerlessness and sorrow emerged.
