The objects strewn across the ground seemed like forsaken constellations, a bit disarrayed in the dim light of the afternoon. Su Chenyi's eyes flickered over the chaos, a subtle furrow briefly creasing his brow, yet there was no inclination to lend a hand. His words were succinct and chilly, like a mountain stream devoid of warmth: "No harm done." With that, he pivoted as quietly as a zephyr through the forest, leaving Lin Qianxia with a receding silhouette and a trail of serenity and lingering musings.