"Black, where are you going?" Martin saw this and quickly stood up, chasing after Black.
But once Black entered the bushes, its figure vanished into the night.
The night sky returned to silence, and the dense forest around was equally quiet, as if nothing had happened.
"Black, Black..." Martin shouted loudly around for Black.
The surroundings remained silent, with no response from Black, as if it had truly left.
"Really gone?" Martin frowned, looking a bit disappointed, feeling a strange indescribable sensation in his heart.
Standing in place for a long time, Martin sighed, his expression gradually recovering: "Forget it, since it wants to leave, it must have its reasons. I hope we can meet again in the forest someday!"
Black was already gone, and even if Martin wanted to thank it,
