Qi Yue, who had left, didn't know about Zhao Xiyan's misunderstanding and thought that all her enthusiasm had been wasted, which made her somewhat angry.
She walked briskly through the forest, wielding a firewood chopping knife, and indiscriminately hacked away at the weeds and trees along the path.
"Humph, not happy, are you? Damn Zhao Xiyan, dare to look down on me, I'll make you regret it sooner or later!"
"Without me, see who would treat your leg and help you stand up!"
"Without me, see who would take care of your family, huh, ungrateful!"
"..."
After Qi Yue had muttered enough, she chopped wildly at a large tree to vent her frustration, and finally stopped.
Just as she took out a water bottle from her bosom to moisten her parched throat, she suddenly heard an old voice next to her.
"What? Done cursing? Got all your anger out?"
She choked on the water in her throat, coughing violently.
"Cough cough cough..."
