Having obtained the words Lin Yun wrote with his own blood, Zhen Li began to "work her magic."
Her eyes instantly shone like stars as she gazed at the words written by Lin Yun, attempting to glimpse into the threads of his destiny, both his fortune and misfortune, and his potential for disaster and auspice.
This time, what she saw was not just mist, but a sky-full of floodwaters, the dazzling sun above, and the moon hanging alongside it.
The vision abruptly ceased there, and Zhen Li's head felt as though it was suddenly pricked by a needle. The sudden intense pain made her involuntarily grunt and fall, yet she landed in a broad and secure embrace.
Lin Yun caught her, which made Zhen Li feel that this divination hadn't been such a loss after all.
"Are you okay?"
Hearing Lin Yun's concerned words, Zhen Li, who was only suffering from a slight headache, deliberately feigned distress, saying, "I feel a bit dizzy."
Is this what lying feels like? It's quite thrilling.