The story of the Wildling in the thick fog was soon finished. Afterward, Song Ying and Gan Hong recovered some of their strength and continued on their way.
They still had themselves tied together with a vine—but the fog seemed to have grown even denser than before, almost to the point where they could not see their own hands in front of their faces.
Because of this, Gan Hong had to pick up a branch from the ground to use as a probe.
They did not even know where they were heading—in fact, they might have been walking in circles without going very far at all. In their current state, there was no way to guarantee they still had any sense of direction.
"By the way." Song Ying suddenly stopped.
The slight tug of the vine made Gan Hong stop as well.
Song Ying suddenly took a step forward and asked as she drew close, "You... why did you leave without saying goodbye back then?"
Gan Hong answered calmly, "When is Young Lady referring to?"
Song Ying said unhappily, "You know... I mean, why did you suddenly stop being my bodyguard? Why did you suddenly leave?"
Gan Hong said, "My assignment as Young Lady's bodyguard was arranged by the village. When the term ended, the village recalled me. I was only following orders."
"Orders?" Song Ying frowned. "Just because it was an order, you couldn't even say a word before leaving? They suddenly replaced you with someone who meant nothing to me? Was it because of that incident that the village took you back? But you had already done everything you could back then, and you even..."
Gan Hong was silent for a moment before finally saying quietly, "I'm sorry. An order is an order. It's also a fact that