Yan Zhan's fingers were beautiful, slender and strong, with distinct knuckles and a wide back of the hand. According to palmistry, men with such hands are extraordinary, greatly refined, and can give a woman a sense of security. Unfortunately, this hand that was serving her soup now had nothing to do with a sense of safety.
Thinking of palmistry reminded her of Abbott Jingkong from Ciyun Temple. She felt that the little she knew was always inconsistent with the facts, proving that she hadn't really mastered the skill. Compared with Abbott Jingkong, she fell way short, and yet that day she had the audacity to show off, grinning confidently.
Once she had the chance, she would definitely visit him at Ciyun Temple.
Of course, this was under the prerequisite that she could return safely this time.
"What are you thinking?" Yan Zhan saw she wasn't speaking and asked softly.
"Eat without talking."
"You've just spoken."