Looking at the figure which had rolled into a lump from afar, he was desperate to go towards her. However, all he could do was to suppress that desire and stare at her as she went from sobbing to weeping like a child.
Throughout the time she was crying, he had been watching her. After she left, he still stood there while looking at the bracelet on his wrist.
Time passed, and he finally moved. He gradually let go of the sleeves which he had been squeezing.
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Gu Xijiu did not leave the Blue Hill Continent. She found herself a small shelter and slept there. It was supposed to be an embodiment of solitude. However, for many years now, not a single person had visited the place. Hence, she was able to sleep without any disturbance.