Bazak gave a desolate smile. Afterwards, he pulled a Wolf Fang Dagger out from his chest. This was a custom in The Outside; a woman marrying a man did not need many betrothal gifts, only a token of love was necessary. This Wolf Fang Dagger had been given to him by Tu Ya; he had always cherished it, unable to bring himself to use it. Yet he never thought his first use would be on such an occasion, and that it would be used on himself. The dagger plunged into his chest, painful, very painful, but even this pain could not compare to when he learned that she was to take another husband and give him to another woman. Blood gushed from the wound and soaked his jacket. As he lapsed into a daze, he thought he heard a voice. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice, seeming to see a figure riding on a camel, dressed in black, wearing a black cloak. His vision grew more and more blurred, and before long, his consciousness plunged completely into darkness... Dong Huiying and Hong Xiangjun were also helping to search for people. At night, the tribe lit up a pile of bonfires, and someone brought back a handful of blood-stained sand. When Tu Ya saw the sand, she became as though demented. Dong Huiying thought, perhaps people are , possessing a contemptible nature; when they have something, they cannot see their true hearts, recklessly squandering and wasting others’ feelings, only to have an epiphany once they lose it, but by then, it’s too late for regret. Tu Ya took the handful of sand, mumbling to herself. "We didn’t see the person, maybe they’re still alive, who knows? We only found this sand." "Take me there, I... I want to go see..." After that, Tu Ya, like a wandering soul, followed the people of the tribe out. And Dong Huiying, Hong Xiangjun, and Liang Haoming had already returned to their respective felt tents. She removed the cloak from her shoulders, sighing, "Although my temperament isn’t like Tu Ya’s, her situation serves as a lesson." She turned to glance at Liang Haoming, feeling even more resolute about one thing in her heart. There is no medicine for regret in this world. You must cherish what you have! Thinking thus, she opened her luggage, only to find that the small bottle containing the paralyzing pills was missing. "Strange, where did it go?" She searched for a while without success, then suddenly turned to Liang Haoming. She saw the man with his hands behind his back, as if hiding something. "Haoming? You look very strange?" With an expressionless face, the man said, "Didn’t take it!" He hadn’t taken anything, really! "Admitting without being pressed, huh." She couldn’t help but laugh, then pulled out the hand he had hidden behind his back. Sure enough, the small bottle she had been searching for was tightly clenched in his fist. "For me?" Trying to pry open his fingers, the man suddenly turned away. He pulled the cork from the bottle, poured all the pills into his palm, and then slapped his palm to his mouth, swallowing all the pills at once. "What are you doing?" She was startled, "Medicine isn’t something to mess around with, open your mouth quickly, spit them out!" She was so anxious she pinched his cheeks, prying open his mouth, but he clenched his teeth shut. She was so angry she was nearly smoking. He glanced at her, with timid eyes, yet shook his head. His head wobbled like a rattle drum, his throat continuously swallowing. Her eyes turned a little red as she pinned him down on the bed, trying to scoop the pills from his mouth, but by then he had already swallowed them all. Gasping for breath, he held her hand down, an expressionless look on his face, and said, "Gone." Afterwards, he added, "You’re not allowed to eat them anymore."