"Why?"
He asked with a smile, his tone light and seemingly indifferent as if merely making conversation.
Sang Yan pushed his head away, her expression serious, "I'm serious."
He Ying still appeared nonchalant, "Mmm. Serious. Serious. You speak. I'm listening."
His tone carried a hint of perfunctory.
Sang Yan really got angry, "Do you not believe me?"
He Ying shook his head, becoming earnest, "I believe you. Even if you point to a deer and call it a horse, I would still believe you."
Sang Yan: "…"
The implication was that no matter what you say, I'll believe you unconditionally.
That was very sweet.
She was appeased and said cheerfully, "You should have people search inside and outside the Capital City for large areas of algae that have red spores. If found, let me know."
He Ying immediately understood, "You mean... the blood rain is related to these algae's red spores?"
