Lu Yi sat down and placed a gentle hand on her face. His palm was warm with tenderness.
"No matter what comes, I won't let anything happen to you," he murmured to himself. He was the only one who knew the meaning behind his words.
Yan Huan put her phone on the table and began leafing through the calendar. She stopped when she reached January.
On that day of this month…
"Lu…" she wanted tell Lu Yi about the events that would unfold on this day, but stopped abruptly when she remembered what the old fortune teller told her. Would she be punished by the heavens if she interfered too much with the future? What was the price of messing with the timeline? Her life?
She flipped the calendar back and chose to remain silent in the end.
She didn't have the courage too.
She really didn't.
Deep in thought, she took a pen from the table and began spinning it between her fingers.
