Jin Qianqian, however, was starting to panic. More and more people had been trailing their group these past few days. 'It's not that I blame them for being selfish,' she thought. 'I only have so much water on hand. I can only help so many.'
Ancient Wen Heng thought about human nature and grew vigilant. "Let's wait," he said. "Our group is always the one to find water. Everyone's getting suspicious."
When it came to these other refugees, Ancient Wen Heng cared most about Jin Qianqian. He couldn't put her in danger just to help them.
"But no one has any water left."
Jin Qianqian had barely finished speaking when Ancient Wen Heng gently tapped her forehead. Seeing her clutch it with an aggrieved pout, he immediately felt a pang of regret. "Did that hurt? I'm sorry, my fault."
"Qianqian," Ancient Wen Heng said, his tone turning serious again. "Think about it. If we hadn't shown up, how much longer could these people have lasted?"
