Yu Tingwan, upon hearing this, was about to get out of bed but was stopped.
"Listen until I finish."
Wei Zhao: "He got halfway, and the tortoiseshell cracked again."
???
No way.
How many has he cracked already?
Is the quality really that poor?
Yu Tingwan: "What's going on?"
"He said that child was a Daoist in a past life."
When water overflows, the moon wanes when full.
Yu Tingwan: ...
Understood.
Probably that Daoist was Bao Pu.
After all, fate brought them together.
Wei Zhao was about to get up.
His sleeve was tugged.
"Where are you going?"
"To pour milk tea."
Yu Tingwan: ??
She opened her eyes in disbelief.
"There are sweets here, and you just remembered to get them for me?"
Wei Zhao returned with milk tea: "Tell me, what did you see?"
Yu Tingwan pursed her lips; in her past life, she was at peace, but how did Wei Zhao manage afterward?
She finally understood what Bao Pu said when they once consulted about their marriage in Shuyang City.
