Ye Qianqian gazed at him with red eyes and asked, "You really don't believe it?"
"I don't. We're now in the era of science. What us is there in believing all this gibberish?" Shen Zhilie placed his hand on her shoulders in consolation.
No one knew if Uncle Blind Man could understand what Shen Zhilie was saying, but just as Shen Zhilie uttered these words, Uncle Blind Man laughed and said, "I didn't say anything at all."
Ye Qianqian had almost been on the brink of a breakdown, but when she heard his laughter, she suddenly recovered her composure. Looking at Uncle Blind Man, Ye Qianqian asked, "Uncle…"
Uncle Blind Man's reply was still the same word. "Fate."
Ye Qianqian grew even more uncertain. But regardless of what she asked and how she rephrased her question, Uncle Blind Man refused to say anything else.
