Liang Zhichen smiled, though his eyes didn't echo the sentiment, "No need, since we've come from afar and are not welcomed here, naturally, there's no reason to stay."
Liang Zhichen returned to the carriage and said to the coachman, Haoming, "Let's go, Haoming. We're heading to Balibao in the east."
"Okay!"
Su Lang did not want the Master to leave; he wanted to stop the caravan, but seemingly remembering something, he stiffly halted his steps.
He could only watch as the Master's procession gradually moved farther away.
Dayuan, women soldiers, the Xinsan Army...
Su Lang painfully clasped his head, letting out a roar like a trapped beast.
Why, after so long, would those humiliations still not let go of him?
"Ah—!!"
Su Lang cried out in heart-wrenching pain.
...
"It was Zhi Chen's lack of consideration."
As the carriage traveled east, Liang Zhichen's face was filled with regret; he hadn't anticipated this turn of events.