He only had one set of clothes. Song Yue wanted to bring more for him, but fearing his suspicion, she held back.
The clothing he was now wearing was a short-sleeved piece patched together from Song Yue's clothes. It looked like patchwork, reminiscent of a quilt.
Because of this, even though Jun Mochan didn't want to deal with Song Yue, he didn't let her be overly embarrassed.
As long as she did not violate his principles, he would allow her to follow him!
"Why?" Where did his confidence come from?
Jun Mochan didn't answer her any further. He located the largest tree on the island and began to chop it down.
"Do you think...your wife might believe you're dead and remarry?"
Jun Mochan's action ceased, his eyes as cold as the chilled stars, carrying an alarming chill, "I remember warning you not to speak ill of her!"