"I don't think so."
"Fine, even if you have the power to deal with Dairya, it's because you're not skilled enough, right?"
At the woman's fierce retort, Tang Ye was rendered speechless for a moment. She was right; he was just not skilled enough to have been dragged to this place. But then Tang Ye thought, if he encountered this situation again after leaving, how should he deal with it?
Thoughts raced through his mind, and eventually, that sense of forgetting washed over him, and Tang Ye decided to give up.
"You threw away your own stuff, and someone else picked it up; no one's going to return it to you. If you still don't understand... let me put it this way, this is my shovel. If you want it, you'd have to get my permission. What if I don't agree? But you really want it, your only chance is to wait until I forget that the shovel is mine. Then you can brazenly take it away. But if you threw it yourself, you'd be giving it away directly, not even knowing who you gave it to."
