Mu Fan stood there, holding the travel bag Lu Qingxue had left for him.
He stood motionless for roughly thirty seconds before Black spoke apologetically:
"The Snow Clan has unique methods of communication that aren't part of the Federation's current conventional systems. Forgive me; my knowledge of the races in this universe is still too limited..."
"Don't track her. She'll tell you when she wants to."
But this time, Mu Fan seemed to have been wrong.
Some things might be things Lu Qingxue would never take the initiative to say for the rest of her life.
Even now, Mu Fan had no idea what Lu Qingxue's unusual departure truly meant.
For some reason, he disliked this feeling.
Mu Fan lowered his head and looked at the travel bag in his hand. It was the bag Lu Qingxue had carried with her ever since leaving Dingchuan. This time, she had silently handed it over to him before departing.
And so, all alone, Mu Fan lowered his head and opened the travel bag, looking in the eyes of passersby like the male lead of a heartbreak story.
Four small boxes, neatly arranged.
Each box contained four bright red fruits.
A perfectly folded set of snow-white... Swordsman Uniform.
A gauze scarf carefully folded into a triangle.
A small bottle of healing salve.
There was nothing else.
This was everything Lu Qingxue had brought with her when she left.
When she departed, she gave all of it to Mu Fan.
Perhaps, in Lu Qingxue's heart, these were the only mementos she could leave Mu Fan.
A faint fragrance lingered beneath his nose, as though the beauty were still at his side.
"This is..."
"A real farewell?"
Mu Fan raised his head. At that moment, he only felt a heavy, stifling weight in his