The more she thought, the worse her headache became. It was as if someone had a hammer and was relentlessly pounding inside her head. The pain was so intense that Shen Tang hurriedly stopped thinking.,The newcomer wore a pair of straw sandals covered in dark brown mud. She casually tossed a palm-sized, black and rough biscuit onto the muddy ground at her skirt's hem. Unconcerned whether the mud-stained biscuit would be eaten by Shen Tang, she simply passed it on to the next person.,"Ma'am, that is my pastry," Shen Tang said patiently.。