"You're leaving?" The frown on Dylan's face was deepening to a scowl.
"I said that the main purpose of my return was to participate in the competition. Now that the competition's over, I should resign and go back. Don't worry, I'll finish what I started before I officially quit, leaving nothing behind." She said drily, not noticing his cloudy face.
"It's getting late. This isn't a rich area, and there are no night guards. Go ahead, and don't come again." That was to say, he and she were in two different worlds, and it was not possible for them to get back together.
Angered by her words, Dylan forgot his previous promise for a moment. He stretched out to grip her slender arm impatiently, pulling her to his bosom.