His gaze toward Mo Lan held emotions not typical of those between boyfriends and girlfriends. Any man, when faced with a woman he fancies, often harbors a spirit of unwavering companionship, ready to follow even if he clearly knows there's a pitfall ahead.
Smack!
Wu Dongliang patted Zhang Hao's shoulder and apologized, "Zhang Hao, I'm leaving Mo Lan in your care. I hope you can safely reach Huang City. I've thought it over just now, and I think I'll stick with them. We've come this way, overcoming various difficulties, and forged a deep friendship, but I'm really tired and don't want to continue taking risks."
"I hope you can understand."
Hearing this speech,
Zhang Hao stared at him, stunned, not expecting Wu Dongliang to leave too, and finally he sighed.
"Alright then."
All regrets condensed into two words.
Afterward, Wu Dongliang got out of the car, looked at the bus, and looked at the road ahead. It seemed flat and endless, but who knew what dangers lay at the end of it.
