"I saw the way you looked this morning, and I knew you can't keep your composure."
Shen Jinci glanced at Bian Yue with a light flicker in his eyes and a sparse tone, "Had I come a bit later, you wouldn't have gotten away with just a slap."
Bian Yue nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, if it wasn't for Mr. Shen, my fortune would be hard to predict by now!"
She was obviously humoring him, and Shen Jinci said no more, only adding: "I'll be visiting a temple later, come with me."
After speaking, he covered his fist and coughed lowly.
Bian Yue nervously leaned in to see Shen Jinci's palm clean.
"What?" Shen Jinci knew what Bian Yue was looking at. His smile sparse, "Hoping I'd die?"
Bian Yue wasn't embarrassed when asked in such a manner, she withdrew her gaze, sincerely concerned, "I care about you. You vomited blood at the hotel today; I feared you had contracted some terminal illness and were about to depart this world."
