"Good!" Tong Xiyan sneezed while covering his nose, thinking that Xiqiu was afraid that the flowers and plants in the forest would trigger her illness, so he nodded and put on a mask himself.
Tong Xiyang's face stiffened, and the handkerchief she was waving stopped abruptly, clenched tightly in her palm: "It's just a bit windy, why wear a mask? It could just make you suffocate."
Xiqiu turned her face, her gaze sharp as an arrow, coldly looking at Tong Xiyang: "Even if Third Sister doesn't need one, you should still rest."
Tong Xiyang's heart clenched, looking at the girl in front of her, suddenly feeling a chilling unfamiliarity. Even though she was still the weak Sixth Sister, now she felt inexplicably fearful of her.
With a guilty conscience, she took a step back and forced a smile: "I'm just worried about Fourth Sister. What is Sixth Sister doing?"
