Huo Zhanting's lips lightly touched as he uttered these six words. At that moment, An Lan experienced a brief spell of disorientation, doubting whether she had slipped back in time. Hadn't Xiao Yihe already been beaten up? Counting the days, he should have already recovered by now.
"He, wasn't he beaten up a long time ago, and the person who hit him was Lin Weilian, didn't we already know that?" An Lan hesitated, then looked at Huo Zhanting, genuinely puzzled as to why Huo Zhanting felt the need to repeat something they already knew.
Huo Zhanting shook his head mysteriously, and just then, the snow that had accumulated on the tree leaves above, unable to bear the weight, fell down with a plunk, landing precisely on his head. Quite a few snowflakes found their way down Huo Zhanting's neck, the icy sensation so chilling that he shivered.