After all, he was the one who had thrown everyone away.
"…Isn't there… some way?"
Whether he wanted to talk or apologize, he would first need to see him again.
Forcing his tired body to keep thinking, he tried to remember.
What had that man said?
All that came back to him were his own dirty insults and it made him want to cry.
"…If I had not met him that day… wait!"
Hadn't he said something?
When he had shouted for help, the man had refused, saying he had work to do.
He remembered the grass the man had been carrying.
He had seen it before.
If he had called it work, then it must have been something he was asked to gather.
If that was the case, then the choices were limited.
At last, Bratislav saw a small possibility.
Feeling relieved for the first time, he let the strength leave his body and relaxed where he lay.
...
Qiong Xing and the others quickly began to regret sitting down face to face with the prince.
It was true that Qiong Xing had said he would listen.
