A magnificent bird, its long, vibrant tail feathers trailing like a painter's brush, gracefully swooped in through the open window and settled at the foot of the bed.
The bird's beady eyes, like glistening jewels, locked onto Zhang Fengxi's face.
[This is rather unexpected. How did you know about me?]
Zhang Fengxi held Xie Jianyu's lifeless body closer to his chest, as if trying to protect what was left within from the Goddess of Fate and Destiny's grasp.
"Jianyu was perfectly healthy," Zhang Fengxi gritted his teeth. "I asked many physicians' opinions about his physical condition month after month, and they all agreed that he was doing very well in his advancing pregnancy."
"Additionally, his death was too abrupt. Too unnatural, as if someone had personally stolen his soul and taken it away."
Zhang Fengxi pinned Caihong with a burning glare.
"It can only be you, the one who made the Birth Reading that prophesied his death."
