But Lan Ling had also come along. Three people all calling each other siblings would be a bit too conspicuous.
A young couple traveling with the wife's younger sister was a better cover.
Besides, Lan Ling and Si Hai didn't know each other well. If they posed as husband and wife, it would surely arouse suspicion.
So Ji Qingwu took on the role of the village woman. After all, she was familiar with the part; it wasn't her first time.
Qingwu quickly got into character. She brandished the flatbread in her hand, placing her other hand on her hip.
"Take it. What, have you had so much of my cooking you're sick of it?"
To Si Hai, her words sounded more like: 'If you don't take this... are you tired of living?'
Si Hai hastily took it. He stared blankly at the fragrant, browned flour flatbread in his hand.
Without a mask to hide behind, it was the first time in memory he had been exposed to the warm sun for so long, appearing openly before others' eyes.
