Before his words had even faded, Zheng Bolan raised a hand and said calmly, "I really don't blame you.
It's just that the situation is uncertain right now. I just want you to leave first
to avoid getting dragged into any trouble that might follow. I'm just looking out for you, you know?"
The friend, who had been on the verge of launching into another long-winded explanation, froze as if hit by an Immobilization Spell.
His words died in his throat, his face paled and flushed,
and finally, he could only give a helpless nod. Then, along with the others,
he turned and walked away in a suffocating silence.
They all knew.
In that moment,
an invisible chasm had opened up between them and Zheng Bolan.
The carefree days they had spent messing around together
would now be nothing more than a memory, sealed away forever.
Once his friends' figures had faded into the distance, Zheng Bolan slowly raised an arm, gesturing for them to proceed.
