Chen Feng looked at Ye Qingqing, not immediately answering her question.
Ye Qingqing was also looking at Chen Feng, their eyes met, everything was understood without words.
Some things don't need to be clearly stated, as long as the heart understands.
If she didn't understand, Ye Qingqing wouldn't marry Chen Feng.
"The moon is so bright tonight."
Chen Feng suddenly pointed at the bright moon in the sky, changing the subject.
"You shouldn't point at the moon, beware it cuts your ears."
Ye Qingqing said in a soft voice.
"Is there such a saying?" Chen Feng was surprised.
"Indeed." Ye Qingqing laughed: "When I was little, every time I pointed at the moon, Qianyang's father would say not to point or my ear would be cut."
"This is the first time I've heard this."
Chen Feng touched his own ear.
"Young man, I don't know if the moon will cut your ears, but I deduce from your face that you have a kingly aura. However, you may be facing a great catastrophe."
