I'm afraid another wave is about to rise.
She raised the bag in her hand, smiling lightly.
"Patriarch Sutton was worried we might be hungry and brought us some leftover meat for dinner. I just went out to thank him, that's all."
Wyatt Yardley stared at her empty hand without saying a word.
That hand was clearly behind her just now, so why is it so clean now?
He keenly sensed a faint smell of blood, mixed with the scent of soil and fallen leaves.
If not for his extraordinary perception, it would have been almost undetectable.
Isaac Vaughn lowered his eyes, and in his purple pupils, a light quietly extinguished.
He had once thought that this journey would be different.
They would rely on each other and go further.
But now, once again, she bears everything alone, hiding secrets in her eyes.
They exchanged glances.
No one spoke again, silently agreeing to this explanation.
A subtle silence hovered in the air.
No one questioned, no one doubted.
