Han Fuji did not answer her question.
He did not pause or turn back. After a brief moment, he only said,
"You do not need to worry about things like that."
His voice was calm—too calm.
As if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Bai Ming frowned.
"What do you mean I should not worry?" she asked.
But he had already started walking.
He gave no explanation, said nothing more, and simply left.
Bai Ming stood still, watching his retreating figure. Step by step, the distance between them grew until he disappeared from sight.
She did not move.
Still holding the basket, her thoughts lingered on his words.
"You do not need to worry…"
She repeated them silently, then exhaled.
"…Troublesome man," she muttered.
Her voice lacked its usual sharpness. There was something else beneath it something she chose not to examine.
Only then did she notice the change around her.
The light had faded. The sky was dark.
Evening had come without her realizing.
