Until many years later, Lingshu still remembered that when he first met him, he had lost all his fairy energy and was as pale and weak as the withering red maple on a distant mountain.
The night in the mountains was extremely cold, and Lingshu sneezed due to the cold. Lingshu looked at the man on the ground and thought for a while, then reached out and untied his clothes shiveringly.
Ye Muran woke up from the cold. He opened his eyes and saw Lingshu sleeping soundly wrapped in his coat on the stone bed not far away. Ye Muran pulled his coat, but the person on the bed didn't move at all. Ye Muran used a little strength, and with a plop, Lingshu fell off the stone bed.
Lingshu was still a little dizzy when he sat up: "Why am I sleeping on the ground?"
Ye Muran glanced at her: "You didn't sleep well, so you fell off by yourself."
Lingshu looked back at him, Ye Muran's expression remained unchanged and his heart did not beat.
Lingshu rubbed his head: "I often roll out of bed."
Ye Muran was a little worried. He looked a little stupid to begin with, but he seemed to become even stupider after falling like this...
Lingshu got up early the next day to prepare for the battle, and Ye Muran also followed, insisting on being her helper. Lingshu felt that it was a bit embarrassing to bring a helper as he had agreed to fight alone.
Ye Muran dismissed this: "Only those who lose are embarrassed. As long as the result is a win, it doesn't matter what the process is."
Although it is a bit shameless, I have to admit that it makes a lot of sense.