Under Zhan Lan's feet was a rock; she just happened to step on the edge of the rock, successfully fulfilling Mu Yan's prediction as she sprained her foot.
Zhan Lan sat in the snow, covering her foot, and looked at Mu Yan pitifully, saying, "Mu Yan, you must have been blessed with a prophetic mouth!"
Mu Yan felt both angry and amused, helping her up and dusting the snow off her body, then picked Zhan Lan up.
The voice of Huang Gun came, "Oh, isn't that person General Zhan?"
Following the light reflected from the snow, Xiao Chen looked over and saw Zhan Lan, like an An Chun, burying her head in Mu Yan's embrace.
Xiao Chen recognized at a glance that the woman in red was Zhan Lan. He wondered why she had changed her clothes and why Mu Yan was holding her so tightly. Could it be that the two of them...
Xiao Chen's thoughts whirled with the implications for Zhan Lan's reputation should this scene become public.