There's a Chatty Person Living in My Hoop

The wind in the southern wilderness is always filled with the smell of sand and medicine. Lu Yan was just an ordinary person who had worn a broken iron ring on his wrist for twelve years. But when Ying came, others stood back, and he stood forward. I stood until the chain broke, and when I was about to die, I heard someone in the iron ring yawn: "You can really carry it." "Forget it, I'll pay for this drop of repair fluid."