"You're not going to tell me there was a small earthquake at your place just now, are you?" Li Zijia asked jokingly again.
"No," Qin Yin replied somewhat blankly.
Li Zijia was actually taken aback, and finally said with a wry smile, "That sister-in-law, oh, no, with Achen not here, I'll just call you Yinyin."
"Yinyin, can you not be like Nan Sichen, not saying much? Really, it's okay to say a few more words, it won't take years off your life. On the contrary, it might add years to someone else's. Look at Achen. Anyone who talks to him for a day will probably be so frustrated they'll lose a good month off their life."
Qin Yin curled her lips in a smile, though her smile was somewhat hollow and pale. Then she changed the subject, "How did you know I was injured and came to bandage me?"
