With those words, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked away the moment the cabin door opened.
Mei Qingdai furrowed her brows tightly—the remarks about the couple's discord and her husband's severe injury had all hit home.
She had never seen this person before, and Yu Fuce's injury was a well-kept secret that no ordinary person would know.
Could this person truly have some extraordinary abilities? That enigmatic air of hers was indeed rather convincing.
Mei Qingdai mulled over the last sentence.
Though blessed with offspring, ancestral debts bring calamity; their destiny is to be cut short, leaving no heirs.
The more she analyzed it, the less it sat well with her—was it saying that although she had children, the ancestral misdeeds, coupled with the longevity curse from those above, meant her offspring had little chance of surviving?
Is that what it meant?
"Hold on…"
