At the break of dawn, Sangta took Bai Ruozhu to rest in the wilderness. He handed her the sheepskin water bag, and Bai Ruozhu took a drink and stared at him, frowning.
She didn't know why, but as she looked at his face, it seemed like another face was circling in her mind. She tried to see clearly who it was, yet there seemed to be something always obstructing her view, preventing her from seeing clearly.
"I'll get some game for you to eat, you rest for a bit," Sangta stole a glance at Bai Ruozhu, who was lost in thought. Although he hadn't initially agreed to help Honglian or done anything for her, when faced with Bai Ruozhu's sparkling black eyes, he always felt somewhat guilty.
During their journey, they talked a lot. Bai Ruozhu shared her memories of him, and as she alternately spoke with excitement and shyness about "their matters," Sangta felt his scalp tingle. How could Honglian be so formidable to even tamper with someone's memories?
