"You're quite narcissistic," Yan Hanxiang smiled.
"I?" Gu Ran didn't understand.
"Back in Germany, that lunatic said if you practiced martial arts, you could fight someone; even today's Buddha said you have good talent."
"Being good at fighting is nothing," Gu Ran said with a helpless and bitter smile, "what's important is character and ability."
Yan Hanxiang laughed at his jest, "You really are confident in your fighting skills. Stop looking~"
The last sentence was directed at Zhuang Jing, who was intently staring at the lotus seed in her hands, probably not even listening to her conversation with Gu Ran.
Zhuang Jing came back to her senses and smiled apologetically.
She looked at Gu Ran, filled with reassurance, "You're doing very well."
Gu Ran didn't say much, just smiled brightly; helping Zhuang Jing was his greatest wish, motivation, and reward.
Zhuang Jing and Gu Ran dug a hole on the hillside, ready to plant the lotus seed in it.
