Early in the morning, Fan Wubing saw Ai Yinian picking flowers and grass in the courtyard, humming a tune, looking delighted and quite happy.
"Good morning, Senior Brother Fan." As soon as he saw Fan Wubing, he greeted him proactively.
Fan Wubing asked with a smile,
"How is your recovery?"
Ai Yinian said, "My injuries aren't severe, I'm almost recovered."
"No wonder you're in such a good mood."
"Hehe, Senior Brother Wubing, it's not just because of that."
"Then what is it?"
Ai Yinian, without much scheming, simply said it,
"Actually, I had a stroke of fortune last night!"
"Fortune?"
"Yes. The fortune came into my room on its own, without running around, so I accepted it. Really lucky!"
"Oh?" Fan Wubing squinted slightly, "How does it feel?"
Ai Yinian said, "It feels very soothing. It's just a pity that my soul is too weak now, it might take some time to fully absorb the fortune."
