After entering the forest, the big guy hesitated for a moment and came over to say he could help me carry some of the weight.
I decisively refused. The food in my bag is Chen Qinghan's rations; in an ancient tomb, the importance of food is no less than that of weapons.
I've seen too many tomb robbers starve to death. For living people, hunger is a torturous ordeal.
The big guy, who is quite narrow-minded, once again showed that "grievous" look. He's more or less a "man of the world," yet he doesn't understand the principle that food shouldn't be entrusted to others.
Since coming out of the tomb, I've increasingly felt that I have some social barriers. It's all because my social circle used to be too narrow and particularly uniform.
Chen Qinghan and Shunfeng are exceptions, and aside from Chen Qinghan, I can't comprehend some behaviors of others.
