The meals are ready. Lin Qingluo goes door to door, cradling Baoya and gradually coaxing the boys out of their quarters.
The table in her own quarters is laden with local delicacies from Loulan, filled the room with a delicious aroma.
"Little sister, you will venture into the Secret Realm tomorrow. Is there anything else you need us brothers to do for you?"
Lin Jinlong, too enthralled with his little sister to eat, asked full of concern.
"Or do you need us to take care of any matter on your behalf?"
Lin Jinpeng is not far behind, chiming in immediately.
Following his words, the room goes deathly quiet, everyone glaring at him with displeasure.
"Um? Did I say something wrong?"
Lin Jinpeng is flabbergasted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
"What you said sounded like she's conveying her last words."
Shitou outspokenly retorts.
"Um."
Face bright red, Lin Jinpeng stammers, "No, little sister, that's not what your seventh brother meant."
