At the final sentence, Han Yu realized he had gone too far and quickly said, "You said earlier you wouldn't get mad, and I was just telling the truth."
Wen Zhi choked back a laugh, "I won't get angry, and I'm not angry."
After speaking, she stood up. At this moment, she didn't have the courage to ask further and had to change the subject, "What did Shang Hexing send you to deliver to me?"
"Food."
When Han Yu answered, he also stood up, "Tajiguli made baked buns, very authentic in flavor. She brought them to entertain Grandpa Han, and when Uncle saw, he told me to bring some to you. They're in your room now."
"I know, thanks." Wen Zhi nodded and then turned to walk inside.
"Remember, don't snitch!" Han Yu anxiously reminded.
"I know," Wen Zhi's voice drifted away.
...
When she returned to the room, Wen Zhi realized her hands and feet were icy cold.
She told herself it must be because she had been out in the wind for too long.
