Mu Fan stood there, holding the travel bag left to him by Lu Qingxue.
He stood there for about 30 seconds, and Black's voice carried a hint of apology:
"The Snow Clan has unique means of communication, not within the current Federation's conventional system. Please forgive me for my limited knowledge of the races in this universe..."
"Don't track her. She will speak when she wants to."
However, this time it seemed Mu Fan didn't quite get it right.
Some things, for Lu Qingxue, might never be spoken of on her own initiative.
Up until now, Mu Fan had no idea what Lu Qingxue's unusual departure represented.
He inexplicably disliked this feeling.
Mu Fan looked down at the travel bag in his hand; it was the bag Lu Qingxue had carried with her since leaving Dingchuan. Her departure this time was silent, and she handed it over to him.
Thus, Mu Fan stood all alone, looking to others like a heartbroken protagonist as he opened the travel bag.
...
Four neatly arranged small boxes.
