Liu Yan was just about to turn and leave.
When she heard the voice, she stared in disbelief.
"You, you, you, you, you..."
"How did you do it!"
Yu Tingwan sighed, touched her cheek, and said wistfully: "Right. Looking like this, I'm troubled too."
Liu Yan: ...
She could just die.
She didn't even want to hear the answer anymore.
"Where have you been these past few days? I've looked for you several times, but you weren't home."
Yu Tingwan wondered: "What do you need me for?"
She wasn't particularly close with Liu Yan.
Liu Yan: "Nothing much, just matched with another prospect and wanted you to see if we're a good match."
"Then go find a fortune-teller."
"But I always feel you're more reliable."
Liu Yan: "Fortune-telling only looks at the Eight Characters, mostly half-baked. It can't tell if that person will deceive me into marriage or even kill me."
Yu Tingwan: ...
She was at a loss for words.
After all, it was really just a coincidence.
