Hua Jing snapped her fingers twice in front of the girl's face. Snap! Snap!
"Hey, hey. Are you okay? Are you breathing? Don't tell me I scared you to death?" she asked, her tone half-amused, half-serious.
Lin Qian jolted, her senses rushing back into her body. She immediately clutched her hand over her mouth, muffling the sound of her disbelief. Her big eyes widened again as she pointed a trembling finger at Hua Jing.
"You… you're serious?!"
Hua Jing's smile faltered ever so slightly. For the first time, her brows knitted in mild frustration.
"Of course I'm serious," she said, her voice low but firm, laced with a trace of annoyance that the girl still didn't believe her. "We've been married for a few days now."
"..."
The words were like a final thunderbolt striking Lin Qian's world.
