On the second day, as the sky began to lighten, Mu Qingge and the others left.
"Qingge, what are you thinking about?"
On Xiaocai's back, Yin Chen looked at the silent Mu Qingge.
When Yin Chen asked, Hou also glanced at Mu Qingge.
Last night, the words spoken by Long Sheng seemed like jokes to everyone initially, but Mu Qingge grew increasingly silent, as if immersed in her own thoughts.
"Not thinking about anything," Mu Qingge replied blandly.
However, everyone knew that her answer was extremely perfunctory.
Long Sheng and Xuxu did not follow them; everyone makes different choices, leading to different fates, so Mu Qingge neither forced nor interfered.
Xiaocai headed towards Chao Lu. Mu Qingge sat cross-legged at its neck, her demeanor quietly intimidating.
Hou looked at her back and said, "You don't have to take that old man's words seriously."
Mu Qingge pressed her lips together.
