"Oh, right." Zhen Jili suddenly remembered something. "When I first came into the village and asked for directions to your place, why did they all act so strangely?"
"My reputation in the village isn't so good," Ji Huan said frankly. "I'm the legendary 'hard-fated' type—the kind that jinxed my father to death, then my mother, and will jinx any man I marry. Friendly reminder: stay away from me. I'm not responsible if you get jinxed by accident."
Zhen Jili was silent for a moment. Then, he rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "How can I get you to swing by the military infirmary? It'd be great if you could jinx all those old codgers."
Ji Huan: "…"
Seeing her turn to leave, Zhen Jili quickly blocked her. "Hey, don't go! I was just kidding. What's all this about jinxing? You're so considerate of me, I'm deeply touched. Besides, my fate is hard too, so I'm not afraid of your jinx."
'What on earth is he talking about? When was I ever considerate of him?'
