"Alright, alright, I forgive you," said Nan Feng, "You guys were just being mischievous, since you didn't intend to take my life, I won't hold it against you. After all, having one more friend is better than having one more enemy, come out now."
In fact, Nan Feng had never hated Mo Wenxuan. After all, hatred is based on love. How could she hold a grudge against Mo Wenxuan if she had never liked him? So, the question of forgiveness is irrelevant. To her, Mo Wenxuan is just a fellow villager from Daping Village, and she wouldn't get sick because of her fellow villagers.
Only then did Mo Wenxuan come out of the water tank. But because he had indeed soaked for too long, his legs were stiff and numb. It was difficult for him to step out of the meter-high tank. When his legs finally touched the ground, he almost fell over, but luckily a man next to him helped him.
"Wenxuan, did you come by carriage?" asked Nan Feng.
Mo Wenxuan shook his head: "I walked here."
