If Xiaoxiao knew about this at the moment, she would definitely mock Xue Zhiyi, thinking he considers himself irresistible, and asking who would possibly be interested in him?
Xue Zhiyi, with his hand wrapped like a rice dumpling, was clumsily untying the bandage. An'an, unable to watch any longer, helped him remove it. "There, you can eat now."
Xue Zhiyi looked at the food on the table, noticing there was only his own set of utensils, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
"Don't worry about me, we all ate before you got back!" An'an replied.
Xue Zhiyi nodded and began to eat; he was indeed quite hungry.
Seeing Xue Zhiyi start to eat, An'an said, "Go ahead and eat, I'll head out first."
"Sit. I need to ask you something." Xue Zhiyi didn't let An'an leave.
Just now on the cliff, everything happened too fast, and he hadn't had a chance to ask Yang Ming why they climbed the mountain.
"What is it?"
