He walked less than a dozen steps and looked back five or six times, and every time he saw that stubborn figure. He sighed helplessly and never looked back.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of gurgling water in my ears.
He suddenly turned around and stared resentfully in the direction the man left, unable to find or see him again.
There is only fog and mist ahead.
The story will be a bit complicated, so please read it carefully.