Yang Xiao hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and continued to walk forward.
In this world, there are too many suffering people. How could he save them all on his own?
After walking for a while, Yang Xiao felt a wave of discomfort in his heart. Bing'er's innocent smile and her attachment to him lingered in his mind, causing an indistinct pain.
"Alas, my problem is that I'm too handsome and too soft-hearted!"
Yang Xiao shook his head, mocking himself, and turned around to run back.
...
After Yang Xiao left, Bing'er sat by the dining table, lowering her head in silence, feeling very unhappy.
She didn't show any excitement towards the Crystal Coin that Yang Xiao left on the table.
What truly made her happy was perhaps Yang Xiao, this stranger, as the little girl naturally longed for a father-like figure to cherish her.
The grandfather, sitting by the dining table, glanced at Bing'er and sighed:
"Bing'er, Uncle Yang and we are not on the same path."
