Yan Luoxi played with his long, well-defined fingers. Clearly, she was in his arms, yet the unease in her heart continued to expand invisibly. The two ominous divination slips and the words spoken by that little monk lingered in her mind incessantly.
She closed her eyes.
Li Yeqi looked down at her and noticed that she appeared very tired. He rubbed her head gently with his chin and asked, "Are you sleepy? Then sleep well for a while, and I'll call you when we get home."
Yan Luoxi's mind was in chaos. Today's visit to the temple to seek blessings from Buddha was originally meant to bring her peace of mind. However, the encounter with that peculiar little monk and drawing those two ominous slips only made her more uneasy.
She nodded, "Okay, remember to call me when we're home."
