“Senior Brother Lu Yang, are you all right?” Lan Ting came to the Prisoners’ Hall to pay a visit to Lu Yang, carrying a basket of spirit fruits.
“I’m fine, thanks for your concern, Junior Sister Lan.” The Immortal Maiden smiled cheerfully.
The basket held several kinds of spirit fruits, all looking delicious—Lan Ting had clearly put some thought into it.
“Want some?” The Immortal Maiden handed a fruit to Zhuiyue Zhenren, who was imprisoned in the next cell.
Zhuiyue Zhenren didn’t refuse.
She thanked her and began to eat.
The Immortal Maiden plucked a fruit she’d never seen before but found pretty and offered it to Lan Ting. “Lan Junior Sister, you try this too.”
She divided the fruit in the basket into three portions.
Eating was about atmosphere; the Immortal Maiden wasn’t used to eating alone.
Good things tasted better shared, and it made her think of the old times in the ancient age when she’d dined with Ao Ling and Jiang Lianyi.
The three sat together, and the mood was harmonious.