I looked at the ceiling and thought that this world is really ironic.
The young man beside me stayed silent for a long time, until my curious eyes fell on his face, he said with a straight pale face: “This time, messing up the red strings in Yue Lao’s house, is our fault, but I swear to the God of the Day (日星君 Ri Xing jun), this woman messed up more red strings than I. So can you let this woman suffer a little more every life time?”