Qin Liuxi turned to the man sobbing beside her. He looked familiar, and as he raised his head to wipe his nose, she recognized him.
Isn't he the husband of the young lady she diagnosed at the City God Temple, named Lai San, the rascal?
"What's wrong with your wife?"
The cold voice, like snow and ice, drilled into Lai San's eardrums. He looked up at Qin Liuxi, momentarily stunned but quickly recognized her: "Master?"
Three years have passed, and Qin Liuxi had turned twenty; she had completely grown up. Her appearance wasn't the kind that was exquisitely stunning, more cold and indifferent, with sharp eyes, but her entire aura was extremely compelling.
Lai San turned and immediately knelt in front of Qin Liuxi: "Master, it's really you, you are miraculous, please save my wife!"
Qin Liuxi smelled the faint scent of blood on him, then looked at his face, and said: "What's wrong with her? Let's walk and talk."
