Hearing his words, Hu Shuo felt that it made sense.
After all, Yu Miao was still recuperating. If she caught a cold and had a fever, it would be worse.
Yu Ruo sighed. "I've been unlucky again recently. I keep encountering strange things. Sometimes, I'll be bitten by poisonous bugs in the room. If I go to the ward, I'm afraid it'll be bad for Yu Miao. My mental state has been getting worse recently. It's really inconvenient for me to go over."
Hu Shuo had also heard from Yu Miao that Yu Ruo's luck had been sucked away, so he comforted him. "Your luck being sucked away has little to do with Yu Miao. It's all controlled by that person. That Daoist priest is the real murderer. Don't be estranged from Yu Miao. She's been feeling very guilty."
Yu Ruo pretended to nod. "Okay, I understand."
