Xiao Mo's expression flickered as he looked at the woman before him.
"What a fool."
In the end, Xiao Mo just sighed, shook his head, and turned to continue on his way.
Watching Xiao Mo walk away, Wangxin clenched her small hands, quickly stepped over the fallen tree in front of her, and trotted after him.
He walked in front.
She followed behind.
The young woman's clear eyes remained fixed on Xiao Mo's back, as if she were afraid of losing sight of him.
For the next few days, Xiao Mo didn't say another word to Wangxin. It was as if he had chosen to ignore her, pretending she didn't exist.
But Wangxin didn't mind.
For the young woman, all that mattered was that she could be by his side and that he wasn't trying to chase her away.
Of course, 'even if he did try to chase me away, I wouldn't leave...'
Every evening, when Xiao Mo found a cave to stay in, Wangxin would be outside gathering dry twigs and fallen leaves.
