"Zhaozhao?"
Xie Jiuxiao's voice was rather hoarse from the cold. He grabbed Yu Nianzhao's hand, and his cold body gradually warmed up.
"What nonsense, if it's not me, then who?"
Yu Nianzhao was still angry and pointed at the Buddhist beads, saying, "Don't put yourself in danger, okay? Xie Jiuxiao, these beads have my heart and soul poured into them. By taking them off, you're completely disregarding me."
"Zhaozhao, listen to my explanation."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jiuxiao's heart tightened. He knitted his thick eyebrows slightly, and with pursed lips said, "If I told you that these beads weren't taken off by me, would you believe it?"
Yu Nianzhao looked at him skeptically, "Since we left the palace, you've been absent-minded. And now you tell me you didn't take the beads off? Could it be that some evil spirit possessed you and took them off for you?"
She glanced around, but found no trace of any evil spirits nearby.
"I've been absent-minded because..."
