After Xiao Lin had a simple meal with Class Seven, he proceeded to leave. The dinner was a preparation of roasted bacon stocked up by the orcs and paired with fragrant soup. It was incredibly delicious.
Everyone was enjoying their meal, but Xiao Lin was feeling a little distressed. Although the water sprayed by the healer seemed to be working and gradually began reducing the pain, he still could not touch anything yet. Simply holding the dishes would send waves of pain coming over him.
The ever-attentive Gu Xiaoyue noticed Xiao Lin's embarrassment and pursed her lips, as if thinking of something. Her cold face felt slightly warm and she looked a little hesitant. Xiao Lin, who had also been keeping watch over her, realized something and looked over with a blatantly pitiful expression.
