"No matter what we did, he always took me with him... But later, it was as if Martial Arts were the only thing he could see."
Hearing this, Fang Shuwen asked,
"Did you ever go back to that island after that?"
"No."
Shui Qianrou said,
"My brother said he couldn't remember the way back."
Fang Shuwen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
'There's something off about Shui Qianliu's story.'
Shui Qianrou was bent on finding her brother, but he wondered if her brother would even welcome her.
As the night deepened, the chill grew more pronounced. Shui Qianrou finally felt the night's cruelty toward those sleeping in the open, and she curled into a shivering ball.
Fang Shuwen found the sight somewhat amusing and tossed two more pieces of dry wood onto the bonfire.
"Get some sleep. We have to get up early and travel tomorrow."
But Shui Qianrou said,
"I can't let you keep watch alone... Let's split the duty."
"There's no need."
Fang Shuwen waved his hand.
