Put simply, he had the desire but not the courage, yet he was unwilling to give up and still held on to a sliver of hope.
Su Qiao was speechless.
She shouted toward the grass that was faintly rustling around her, "From now on, whoever dares send this kind of random junk again, I'll beat up one if I see one, and beat up both if I see two!"
The waist-high grass fell silent for a moment. Soon, the sound of a dead branch snapping underfoot rang out, and the grass began swaying along with it.
It took quite a while before the area finally returned to complete silence.
Han had a Lulu Pig draped over his back, with a small basket filled with fruit clenched in his mouth. Before he even reached Su Qiao's cave entrance, he saw the huge pile of fruit and flowers.
A trace of irritation flashed through his blue eyes, and he turned around and left.
"Hey, you're already here. Where are you going?"
"Didn't I tell you to wait until after you transformed before paying me back? Why did you go into the Dense Forest now?"
Han ignored her completely. He suddenly turned around, strode back to Su Qiao's cave entrance, and threw the Lulu Pig on his back onto the ground with a thud, making it lean against the stone wall.
With the basket still clenched in his mouth, he turned and ran.
Seeing this, Su Qiao's face darkened. "Hey, wasn't that fruit picked for me?"
Han hadn't failed to hear her. On the contrary, with his exceptional hearing, he had heard her words perfectly clearly.
But precisely because he had heard her so clearly, he ran even faster, feeling even more aggrieved.
He felt that climbing all the way up the tree