"Xitong, is your talk of telepathy really accurate?"

The nineteenth senior brother, with an inquisitive attitude, raised reasonable doubts. He had never heard of magical beasts and their masters being able to communicate over long distances.

Don't worry.

Jia Xitong patted her chest and assured him, "If you don't trust Yan Qing, don't you trust me?"

The nineteenth senior brother was taken aback. Was this statement reversed?

The river flows gurglingly.

The biting wind made the nineteenth man sneeze twice, with two clear sneezes hanging from his nose.

Jia Xitong glanced at her talisman, which contained two spare winter clothes and the leftovers that Shang Yanting hadn't finished eating last night.

A moment later

The nineteenth son received a thick winter coat and half a portion of rice.

"Little Bucket, I've noticed you always have food and clothes!"

The same thing happened during the training last time.

If it weren't for it, everyone would have starved to death.

"Of course, I always keep spare food and clothing for Yan Qing."

Jia Xitong replied.

They were able to eat these things only because of Shang Yanting.

The nineteenth senior brother thought of the leftover food and thick cotton-padded coats, which were full of the warmth of everyday life; then he thought of his junior brother Yan, who was richer than a country and a favored son of heaven. It was hard to connect the two.

"That's because you don't understand. We used to suffer a lot."

Jia Xitong reminisced about the past.

After Shang Yanting fell off the cliff, he was left without food or clothing.

Before returning to human towns, he had drunk muddy water because all four of his limbs were crippled, and almost starved to death because he couldn't find prey.

From that time on, she worried that he wasn't eating enough or staying warm enough. The habit of saving leftover food also started from that time.

If she had had half a piece of bread or half a portion of rice at that time, Shang Yanting wouldn't have gone through that predicament.