"Uncle! There's words here!"
Zhuge Yue dashed to the side of the fireplace, seeing a few words carved on the wall. The strokes were forceful, showing that the person who wrote it had many complicated emotions.
I'm leaving, no need to find me. I will not go back for revenge. Take good care of Mo'er.
Under these words, there was another row of words that had been hastily scrawled.
Thank you, Zhuge Yue.
Thank me? For what? For not killing you? for the help along the way? or for taking care of this child?
Zhuge Yue suddenly bellowed in anger, kicking the pile of firewood aside. Mo'er froze, cowardly retreating to the side, not daring to approach him.
Zhuge Yue took a few big steps forward, wanting to dash out of the cave.
"Uncle!" The child, afraid that he would be abandoned, called out, "Where are you going?"
That's right, where was he going? To chase after her? What right did he have?