After Wang Xin helped Xiao Mo dispel the killing intent, Xiao Mo tried to persuade her to leave again. This time, he didn't threaten her with his blade; instead, he spoke to her earnestly.
But just as Xiao Mo had expected, Wang Xin still didn't leave. She continued following behind him.
Though Wang Xin looked incredibly delicate, even when Xiao Mo bullied her, she would only sit there in a daze by herself. She wouldn't even get angry.
Yet deep inside, Wang Xin had a stubbornness carved into her very bones.
Xiao Mo noticed that ever since he'd said those things to her, Wang Xin had grown even quieter than before.
She also often seemed lost in thought.
Sometimes, even when Xiao Mo stopped walking, Wang Xin would keep right on going.
Only when she bumped into a tree would she let out a little "oof," clutch her head, and look up with tears welling in her eyes.
Xiao Mo had no idea what Wang Xin was thinking about.
Whenever he asked her, she would only shake her head over and over, refusing to say a word.
But before long, Wang Xin gently tugged at the hem of Xiao Mo's clothes. Her clear, limpid eyes blinked as she looked at him.
"What is it?" Xiao Mo turned around and asked.
"I-I want a knife," Wang Xin said timidly, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
Xiao Mo paused. "What do you want a knife for?"
"..." Wang Xin kept her head lowered and didn't answer.
Looking at her, Xiao Mo was puzzled, but he didn't press her. He simply took a black dagger from his Storage Bag and tossed it to her. "My junior sister made this dagger for me. I've never used it, so you can have it."
"Oh,