Beichen Lin brought over the twice-cooked sesame cakes, which were even more crispy and fragrant. However, Yun Anan still had no appetite.,By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,Beichen Lin gently put Yun An'an down, carefully tucking the blanket around her.。