Had his brothers not nudged him from behind, he would still have been dazed.
"Right, right, there's also Qingyu," Sixth Hoffman slapped his forehead, "Qingyu said he was coming to see you."
Hannah frowned, "If he wanted to come, you should have brought him along?"
Sixth Hoffman smiled, "We couldn't stop him, you see."
He waved at Qingyu, beckoning him over.
"Why are you still standing there? You've been talking about this the whole way here, and now you don't even greet her?"
Sixth Hoffman watched and felt anxious for him.
It was then Qingyu walked up.
His gaze fixated on Hannah, maintaining a neither too close nor too distant space, he called out, "Hannah."
He heard his own voice, slightly hoarse.
Hannah smiled at him, teasing him as before, "Little monk, why is your health still so poor?"
It wasn't poor at all.
Just in that moment, he was both pale and flushed.
Having walked in the desert for nearly half a month, his face hadn't tanned at all.
