Words can be terrifying, and the atmosphere of the banquet hall was eerie, leaving no place for Qu Liushang.
Qu Liushang put down his glass and stood up.
Every move he made was watched by countless eyes.
He calmly walked up to Si Mingjing and said boldly, "Mingjing, we'll meet next month."
What important event next month would make Qu Liushang and Si Mingjing meet?
Si Mingjing stood up, smiling warmly, "Mr. Qu, I believe in fate. Since Master Huixian says our destinies clash, we should avoid meeting as much as possible in the future; I still want to live a few more years."
"You're always so blunt; I've long since gotten used to it. It's said that those who are favored are fearless. We'll see each other next month."
With that, Qu Liushang left.
Si Mingjing frowned; Qu Liushang's confident tone displeased her.
She looked at Mo Yinhe beside her, her eyes questioning—what's happening next month?
Mo Yinhe patted her on the shoulder, saying, "I'll tell you later."
