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"": "Luo Bin remained lost in thought, still staring blankly at the door.
It seemed there was now someone besides his mother whom he wanted to protect with his life.
At that moment, Luo Bin felt as bewildered as a teenage boy.
He was falling for her.
A wave of self-mockery washed over him. Those twenty-odd years of his previous life had probably been wasted.
Just this little kindness, this little tenderness, had left him utterly at a loss.
Yet compared to a virtual girlfriend, Zhang Yunling, who wasn't even his girlfriend, was ten thousand times more real, ten thousand times better!
I have to get out of Cabinet Mountain! Luo Bin silently swore.
He glanced at his arm again out of the corner of his eye. The wound had been carefully stitched, and a layer of ointment had been applied. It seemed it didn't even need bandaging.
When he stood up, Luo Bin really did feel less pain.
Perhaps tenderness was a remedy too?
He didn't leave his room just yet, lest he end up awkwardly staring at Zhang Yunling in the main room.
After closing and locking the door, Luo Bin returned to his desk.
He took out all the Lamp Oil he had left. There wasn't much, only enough to last about seven days.
Mostly, that was because he'd used so much on the final night.
Was his injury making his thirst for blood and aversion to light harder to suppress?
It looked like he would have to go to the far end of the village, climb the mountain again, and get more Lamp Oil. This time, he needed to prepare a container beforehand. Wrapping the oil in his clothes last time had wasted quite a bit.
He changed into clean clothes and