Chuzheng first settled Jing Po, then returned to the riverside to deal with the man who hadn't been hanged yet.
When she went back, Jing Po was still sitting in the coffin, not coming out.
"You're not going to eat?"
Jing Po remained silent, hugging his knees, with his silver-white hair covering his small face.
Chuzheng took something and went to the side: "Want to eat something?"
Jing Po ignored her, and Chuzheng felt quite helpless.
Not sure what's with this bad temper.
Stay calm!
I can do it!
Where's my card?
If I don't indulge him, who will!
Chuzheng directly jumped in, sat opposite him, and pressed the food to his mouth.
Jing Po slowly lifted his head to look at her.
"If you don't eat, I'll force-feed you," Chuzheng threatened fiercely.
"..."
Jing Po's lips twitched, and he opened his mouth.
Chuzheng: "???"
Fine!
I'll feed you!
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Chuzheng didn't question the little episode by the creek, and Jing Po didn't bring it up again.
The two continued on their journey.
