An Jing didn't know what else to say to comfort Xiao Changyi, so she could only say, "This weather is too cold. Everyone's the same."
So many people's hands and feet were frostbitten, with some so severe that the frostbite had even festered. It was really bad.
This is just how it is when marching in the winter.
It's truly arduous.
Xiao Changyi said, "I didn't get frostbitten." He really hadn't developed a single frostbite.
An Jing was momentarily stunned, then chuckled and said, "That's because you're fiery inside. I see General Qi hasn't gotten them either. It seems like A Ya didn't get any frostbite either."
After pausing for a moment, An Jing added, "Luckily you didn't get any; otherwise, it wouldn't just be you feeling sorry for me, I'd have to feel sorry for you too."
As she spoke, An Jing playfully blinked at Xiao Changyi, looking like she was teasing him: "I've already got frostbite, and then I'd still have to feel sorry for you? Don't you think I'm just pitiful?"
