It really, really hurts. It hurts more than ten times more than when An Yuan'er fell off her horse.

An Yuan'er was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

Lan Jingtang pressed down three fingers in quick succession, and amidst the immense pain, An Yuan'er finally regained consciousness.

"Lan Jingtang, are you killing someone?"

Lan Jingtang inserted the needles with such ease; he was always decisive when it came to inserting the needles, and had never hesitated like this before.

He said irritably, "Miss An, you made this choice yourself."

Lan Jingtang tossed her his dried clothes, then nimbly picked up An Yuan'er and carried her to the fire.

"Change it yourself."

Wet clothes clinging to the body are cold and icy, which is naturally very uncomfortable.

However, since there were still boys present, An Yuan'er glanced at Lan Jingtang.

Lan Jingtang turned around consciously: "Don't worry. I won't peek. If I wanted to take advantage of you, I wouldn't have woken you up."

"I see."

Lan Jingtang turned around, and An Yuan'er began to take off her wet clothes.

Lan Jingtang had set up a drying rack in advance, and An Yuan'er put her wet clothes on it to dry.

While waiting for their clothes to dry, the two sat back to back, talking.

"What is your real name?" Lan Jingtang thought about how much this little liar had fooled him, and maybe even his name was a lie.

To this day, he still doesn't know her name!

“An Yuan’er. Only one word is missing.” An Yuan’er felt that she hadn’t really lied; she had simply omitted one word before.

"Round? Which round?"

"The grassland is the original."

"Yuan'er, An Yuan'er." Lan Jingtang repeated it several times, becoming more and more fluent with each recitation.

After chatting for a while, An Yuan'er got a little hungry, and her stomach started growling.

Lan Jingtang rolled the few fruits he had picked from the ground to An Yuan'er's feet: "Eat them."

An Yuan'er was really starving, so she didn't hold back and took a big bite of a fruit.

"It's so sour!" An Yuan'er felt like her teeth were about to fall out from the sourness.

She kept saying, "I want to eat roast chicken. A big, fragrant, and crispy chicken leg."

Just thinking about it makes my mouth water even more.

Lan Jingtang poured cold water on the idea, saying irritably, "Miss An, we're not enjoying ourselves. Don't you know where we are? We're lucky to have any fruit to eat. Where did this roast chicken come from?"

"Hmph!" An Yuan'er huffed in grievance.

An Yuan'er could only bite into the sour fruit and pretend she was eating roast chicken.

For some reason, Lan Jingtang said sourly, "Hmph, what's the use! Even if your Ali were here, you still couldn't get to eat roast chicken in this place."

An Yuan'er was startled: "When did you get into my head? How do you know about Ali?"

Lan Jingtang said irritably, "When you're confused, what you're constantly shouting about, it's hard for me not to know."

"oh!"

An Yuan'er thought for a moment and realized something was wrong: "Whatever I want to eat, Ali will make it happen for me. He's not like you."

The little girl spoke with an upturned tone, her voice full of joy.

Lan Jingtang had been sulking for a long time; he was very unhappy.

Neither of them spoke, and they remained silent for a while.

Until, a few fruits rolled back to Lan Jingtang's feet.

"Let's eat together. You haven't tried it yet either."

There weren't many fruits, and Lan Jingtang gave them all to An Yuan'er, but who knew that the little girl would notice this.

She said she wanted to eat roast chicken, but she still gave him the few fruits she had.

That little liar!

Lan Jingtang shook his head, and suddenly he wasn't so angry with her anymore.