She casually spoke out.
It was meant to be a teasing remark, but it dimmed the light in the man's dark eyes.
Ming Ge wore a deep blue wool sweater, her small face appearing fair and delicate between her black hair. Upon seeing him, she didn't speak for about three seconds. Her long, curled eyelashes blinked as she slowly asked, "Uh... did I hit the mark?"
Meanwhile, a wave of sadness welled up in Ming Ge's heart.
Clearly, in her past life, she was fine at this time. Except for feeling a bit distressed, she didn't have any minor illnesses or pains. How could she suddenly become... terminally ill?
Yet, a voice told her that many things in this life were different from the past. Maybe this was the butterfly effect punishing her for disrupting the natural order...
Thinking about it carefully, this life allowed her to save Ming Ci, preserve his hand, let him freely pursue his dreams without having his youth wasted away in prison.
