In an instant, he suddenly felt how uninteresting he truly was.
Mu Anxiao watched Zeng calmly and asked again, "What did I do to you? I can't recall."
Zeng lowered his head and replied, "You didn't do anything to me."
Feng Qishi looked at Zeng's retreating back, then glanced at Mu Anxiao's face, and deliberately said, "Come out, don't be afraid."
Upon hearing this, Zeng turned his head to look at Feng Qishi, "She really didn't do anything to me."
Mu Anxiao thought Zeng would wrongly accuse her of something, but unexpectedly, the boy showed a side of admitting fault, which surprised her.
"Come out, let your supporter hear," she taunted.
Zeng's expression stiffened, and he turned back, "You really didn't bully me."
"Has your conscience suddenly awakened, you brat?" Mu Anxiao asked.
"You've been quite good to me, I don't want to think bad of you anymore."
"So, if I wasn't good to you, you'd think badly of me?"
Zeng: "..."
Mu Anxiao looked at the hesitation in Zeng's eyes, then glanced at Feng Qishi standing behind him, and yawned, "Forget it, let's eat the flatbread."
Feng Qishi looked down at Zeng's slightly trembling shoulders and asked, "What's your name?"
"Didn't I already tell you?" Mu Anxiao asked, glancing at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi had intended to reintroduce himself and Zeng in a formal way, but Mu Anxiao had disrupted it.
Helplessly, he said again, "Zeng, let's go inside for breakfast."
Zeng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Feng Qishi, taking out a flatbread from his embrace.
Feng Qishi had always assumed Zeng had wrapped the flatbread, so the moment Zeng handed him the dusty bread, he involuntarily showed a look of disdain.
Zeng looked up at Feng Qishi's obvious disgust and asked, "Big brother, do you dislike it because it's dirty?"
"I..." Feng Qishi was lost for words and gave a dry chuckle.
Mu Anxiao calmly watched Feng Qishi's clearly disgusted expression, sighed, stepped forward, and went directly to Zeng's side, snatching the flatbread, "If you don't want it, fine, I'll eat it." With that, she took a bite out of one of the flatbreads.
Zeng: "This was for big brother, not for you to eat."
"He dislikes you," Mu Anxiao pointed at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi disliked seeing others disappointed because of him, so the second Mu Anxiao said that, he directly snatched the flatbread Mu Anxiao had bitten and took a bite, "Who says I dislike it? I just wasn't hungry."
"Not hungry, yet you eat mine?" Mu Anxiao asked with concern.
"This piece is easier to hold," Feng Qishi said childishly.
Zeng glanced at Mu Anxiao, then at Feng Qishi, "Big brother, she has bad breath." He pointed at Mu Anxiao.
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao froze for a moment, then retorted angrily, "You have bad breath!"
"It stinks," Zeng fanned his face with his hand.
Mu Anxiao: "You..."
Feng Qishi interrupted, "It's alright, I don't dislike you."
Feng Qishi hadn't expected Mu Anxiao to react this way, but upon hearing his words, she suddenly felt as if she truly had bad breath.
Then, she glanced at Zeng, quickly put her hand in front of her mouth, and then breathed into her palm, sniffing it, "It doesn't smell?"
"You're so disgusting," Zeng said with a look of distaste.
Feng Qishi hadn't expected Mu Anxiao to do such a thing, and his lips twitched slightly, "You don't need to take it so seriously. We're just joking, right, Zeng?"
"Joking," Zeng replied, still displaying his disdain for Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao, however, took Zeng's words seriously.
Subsequently, after looking at both of them, she shoved the flatbread into Feng Qishi's hand and hurriedly ran to the well to rinse her mouth.
It was evident that this well belonged to Lin Yan's family, as it was in such a dilapidated and dirty state that most people didn't know it existed.
Of course, even if they knew, they wouldn't come, because in their eyes, places where beggars stayed were all filthy, and the water would naturally be dirty.
But for Mu Anxiao, the water from this well was certainly cleaner than her own mouth.
Thus, Mu Anxiao squatted there for quite some time.
In the temple, Zeng looked up at Feng Qishi, who had finished the flatbread and stood up, asking, "Aren't you eating anymore?" He pointed at the flatbread in Feng Qishi's hand.
"She hasn't eaten yet."
Zeng, having not eaten enough, had intended to ask for the flatbread to eat, but upon hearing Feng Qishi's words, he abandoned that idea. "Oh," he said, "If I hadn't said she had bad breath, she wouldn't be like this." With that, he glanced towards the door.
"It's not your fault," Feng Qishi said, walking around the chair and heading out of the dilapidated temple.
Zeng picked up a cup and took a sip of water.
Then, Feng Qishi walked behind Mu Anxiao and asked, "Are you done yet?"
"I can't possibly have bad breath," Mu Anxiao insisted.
Feng Qishi looked helplessly at Mu Anxiao's slightly shaking head, "I don't know how you're smelling, you absolutely do not have bad breath."
"No?" Mu Anxiao repeated, and suddenly sat down on the ground.
Feng Qishi smiled, "You can't stand anymore, your legs are numb again."
"Yes," Mu Anxiao nodded, clenching her lips.
Feng Qishi found her expression amusing, but considering her self-esteem, which was different from ordinary people, he suppressed his laughter, walked around to her front, and asked, "Do you want to eat flatbread?"
"Wait a moment," Mu Anxiao closed her eyes and raised her hand slightly.
Feng Qishi's lips curved, "Alright, take your time."
"Wait, wait."
Feng Qishi nodded, "I'm waiting."
"Wait, wait."
Feng Qishi nodded again, "I'm waiting."
"Wait..."
"Enough."
"Wait," Mu Anxiao said again, opening her eyes, "I'm comforting myself. Why are you so fierce?"
"Weren't you talking to me?" Feng Qishi asked.
Mu Anxiao flexed her toes and sighed, "Who was talking to you? You're so narcissistic." With that, she extended her hand.
Feng Qishi asked doubtfully, "What are you doing?"
"What else can I do? Pull me up."
"You're better," Feng Qishi said, and lightly kicked Mu Anxiao's leg.
Mu Anxiao gasped, "It's not better."
"Not better, yet you ask me to pull you?"
"I thought I was better, but after you kicked me like that, I'm numb again," Mu Anxiao said, clenching her lips.
At this moment, Mu Anxiao's expression was also comical, especially from Feng Qishi's perspective, Mu Anxiao's face could be described with the word "囧".
But even so, he had no intention of mocking her. He took half a step back and said, "I'll wait for you, take your time."
Mu Anxiao: "Pull me up." She still extended her hand.
"Are you better?"
Mu Anxiao nodded slightly.
Following that, Feng Qishi bent down cooperatively and took Mu Anxiao's hand.
Unexpectedly, just as Feng Qishi was about to pull her up, his foot suddenly slipped, his grip loosened, and Mu Anxiao fell backward.