Nan Feng was about to pull her hand away, but Tuoba Lie did not let go, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, "Your hand is really quite rough."
Having said that, he opened Nan Feng's palm, "Why are there calluses on this? Did your body used to do farm work?"
Nan Feng withdrew her hand, her tone equally cool and detached, "How should I know? I don't have the original owner's memories like you do."
No sooner had the sound faded than Nan Feng looked at Tuoba Lie again, this time with a very serious tone, "Right, the clothes I was wearing when I fell off the cliff weren't from the grasslands, were they? Were they from that place, Dajin Country?"
"That's right," Tuoba Lie said, looking at Nan Feng, "Didn't you say it doesn't matter what identity you have? Since you're here, you might as well get used to it."
