Yin Meng felt a bit regretful.
Run Sheng walked up to the headless corpse of the Old Transgender. The body was still there, but because the "boy" had drained all her vitality when he was born, it was like the bone dregs had been stewed over and over again, totally tasteless now.
Yin Meng asked, "If I hadn't helped you by speaking to Brother Xiao Yuan and persuading him to come down, would you not have come down?"
Run Sheng: "Mm."
Yin Meng: "Is it because you don't want Brother Xiao Yuan to know that you eat these things? Actually, Brother Xiao Yuan definitely already knows."
Run Sheng: "Xiao Yuan is smart, he definitely knows."
Yin Meng shrugged. She could understand Run Sheng's twisted emotions.
On one hand, he had a strong craving for these things, almost as if it was an instinct.
You could even say that the incense, which adorned every meal, was a substitute for "those things."
