"Take your hand away!" Ou Ya glanced at him coldly and pursed her lips.
Di Yating knew that she had agreed, so he generously let go of her hand and patted the place next to him.
Ou Ya didn't even look at him, but walked straight past him and sat down at the farthest seat from him.
"Ou Yaya, how can you have a good chat when you are hiding so far away?" Di Yating leaned against the wall weakly and said in a calm tone.
"I didn't plan to chat with you in the first place. I didn't want to talk to you for a long time." Ou Ya turned her head away and just sat quietly, her eyes moved to the window, not knowing what she was thinking.
They have been trapped in this place for two days, and they don't know what's going on outside.
The herbs she wanted to find for Gu Yuanbei haven't been found yet. If no one finds them, the herbs she finally found will be wasted...
"Ou Yaya, what is your ideal?" Di Yating moved to her side at some point and said suddenly.
Ou Ya was startled, and finally calmed down. When she saw his malicious eyes, she immediately put her hand on the wall and stood up.
"Don't leave. If you leave, I will follow you. The wound will be very painful!" Di Yating mocked in a pitiful tone.
With his hand, he grabbed Ou Ya's wrist tightly.
"Then sit still!" Ou Ya growled lowly. Seeing his sick and wilting appearance, she couldn't bear it and sat back.
I just subconsciously moved to the side, farther away from him.
"You haven't answered my question yet, what is your ideal?" Di Yating turned a blind eye to her distant actions and continued to ask.
Ou Ya glanced at him and pursed her lips, "This is my privacy, what does it have to do with you?"
"Come on, Ou Yaya, your ideals can become private, aren't you embarrassed to say it? Don't worry, even if you aspire to be a mistress, I won't laugh at you, just say it!"
"You just decided to be a mistress!" Ou Ya suddenly became angry and wanted to beat him, but then remembered that he was injured and sat down unwillingly.
Waving his fist, "Dia Ting, don't think that because you saved me, I won't beat you up. If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Then are you going to say it or not?" Di Yating ignored her threat and continued to ask.
"Could he really be a mistress..."
"You are the one who aspires to be a mistress!" Ou Ya is young after all, and turns her head angrily, "My ideals are much nobler than your moral integrity. I aspire to be an outstanding painter."
"Painter?" Di Yating was stunned for a moment, chewing on these two words carefully, with a trace of astonishment flashing across his eyes.
He thought that because Ouya liked working with herbs so much, she would become an excellent pharmacist like Miao Ling'er in the future, but she liked painting...
Ou Ya obviously realized that she had said the wrong thing and bit her lip tightly.
After a long pause, I finally managed to say, "I was just joking, trying to trick you."
"Why do you want to be a painter? I thought you wanted to be a pharmacist. In fact, your understanding of medicinal materials is much better than the average person now."
Di Yating is not that easy to fool. He doesn't care that Ou Ya doesn't like medicine, he is just curious. She seems to have many secrets hidden in her heart.
Di Yating turned his head and stared at her escaping eyes.
"...Really, I also thought I would become a pharmacist." Ou Ya responded in a calm tone, but her expression looked very lonely.
