"Achoo, achoo."
Qin Liuxi sneezed twice, rubbed her nose, and said, "Who's thinking of me behind my back?"
"It's not someone thinking of you." Qi Huang, holding a cloak in his hand, came over to drape it on her and chided, "The weather has turned even chillier after the autumn festival; you still crave the cool air. Of course, you're going to catch a cold."
"No, there must be someone talking about me." Qin Liuxi walked into the room, took a few Copper Coins from a small tripod on the shelf, and sat down at the desk to divine.
Qi Huang shook his head, watching from the side.
Qin Liuxi's fingers pinched her knuckles as she calculated, and soon, her face was full of gloom.
"Miss, the divination is not good?" Seeing her expression off, Qi Huang hurriedly asked.
Qin Liuxi pushed the Copper Coins with both hands and slumped on the table, saying, "Not good, very bad!"
Qi Huang listened and immediately looked solemn, asking, "Is there a great misfortune?"
