After helping herself onto the bed, Ye Ranran left.
One was quite satisfied with her tactful behavior. At least this woman had some self-awareness.
As soon as he was done praising her, the door was opened from the outside. One instantly reached for the gun beside him in alarm, only to grasp at empty air.
In just a short while, someone had already approached the bed. Who could it be if not Ye Ranran?
In her arms was a quilt.
She spread the quilt on One's bed, said nothing, grabbed a large bag, and left.
At this time, it was already past dinner. The sky was gradually darkening and would soon be completely dark.
Avoiding everyone's gaze, Ye Ranran headed towards the mountain.
She never forgot about the rifle and was afraid that the bloodstains on the ground would attract enemies.
Luckily, there was no trace apart from the initial few steps.