Chen Ye suddenly reached out his hand.
Zhang Chuxi screamed in fright, and quickly closed her eyes.
But the anticipated slap didn't land.
A rough finger scraped forcefully across her dirty cheek, wiping off a mix of blood and filth.
"Huh..." Zhang Chuxi froze.
Chen Ye withdrew his hand and wiped that disgusting dirt on a nearby rock.
"Filthy." He said calmly.
To be honest, Chen Ye wanted to give a slap.
"I..." Zhang Chuxi took a deep breath, trying to calm down, "Guardian Chen, the past was my fault, in the future..."
"Drop your spoiled attitude."
Chen Ye couldn't be bothered to look at her again, turned around, and lowered his hat.
"You only have two choices now. First, stay here and cry, and wait for Yuan Ye's people to catch up and take you back to serve as a Furnace."
"Second..."
He paused.
"Shut your mouth and follow me closely. Before I take you back, don't cause me any trouble."
