Meanwhile, Wen Ning burst into laughter and patted Lana affectionately, clearly amused by the way she had described her plan.
"You truly have a talent for coming up with fantasy stories, Cousin Lana. You should seriously consider writing one!"
Lana chuckled at the suggestion and replied, "Sure, I'll send you the link when I write it."
While the two of them continued chatting and laughing, Lucian remained lost in thought for a little longer.
Eventually, he seemed to come back to his senses, and his gaze settled on Lana with an unusually serious expression.
"Well, there might actually be some truth to your words, Lana."
Lana paused before a pleased smile spread across her face. "Then that's even better. At least I managed to contribute something useful."
As the conversation gradually came to an end, evening arrived, and it was finally time for dinner.
Lana had plenty of food stored inside her own storage talisman, but she chose not to take any of it out.
