"Okay..."
An Mingji met Gu Jin's clear and gentle gaze, the corners of his lips curled up, and the oppressive aura around him completely vanished without a trace.
Gu Jin stood up, walked behind him, and pushed the wheelchair along the path they had come.
Those left behind like Allen, Linda, and others were still kneeling on the ground.
After Gu Jin had pushed An Mingji far away, they finally got up to clean the battlefield.
Soon, the area filled with the strong smell of blood was cleaned up thoroughly, not even the bloodstains on the ground were traceable.
Back inside, Gu Jin brought out the cookies she'd made earlier and placed them in front of An Mingji.
"Taste them, they might be a little sweet."
She picked up a cookie from the plate and brought it to An Mingji's mouth.
He slightly opened his mouth and took the cookie between his lips.
Indeed, the taste was a bit sweet. As the cookie was chewed, a faint milky flavor spread in his mouth.
