She thought it was a joke, but no one else could muster a smile—there was a definitive sense of finality.
"Don't be like this, I was just slacking off, sorry you have to make a few more trips..."
She feigned ease, yet deep down, she had expected to be left behind.
There was so much stuff she couldn't possibly give up on.
"Sister Yuan, you have to be careful on your own; we've stored everything on the ninth floor and will come back to get you soon."
Ye Mianmian felt her eyes moisten at being left behind, more out of fear of bad people than anything else.
She also worried that the others wouldn't return for her. Given the distance, she couldn't make it back alone.
She wouldn't make it back even if it killed her!
"It's fine, Mianmian, let's hurry, it's getting late."
"Yeah, let's go!"
Once Song Yi spoke, everyone boarded the kayaks, packed full with supplies—after this trip, they wouldn't need to leave for a long while.
Everyone knew just how crucial this was.
