Yan Luoxi shrank her head and mustered up her courage to say, "In ancient times, there was a belief about a spouse's appearance bringing good fortune, so there must also be a belief in a spouse that brings good fortune to his wife. I think you don't have the look of someone who brings fortune to his wife at all."
"So you're blaming me?"
"Dare not, dare not," Yan Luoxi said, not daring to, but the way she was peeking at him clearly said, it's your fault, your fault.
"Eat." Li Yeqi's tone was cold and commanding, the air around his eyes and brows compelling, "After you are discharged from the hospital, I'll take you to the temple to offer prayers and dispel this streak of bad luck."
Yan Luoxi opened her mouth to take in a spoonful of millet porridge. After swallowing, she said, "Aren't you an uncle from the People's Liberation Army? Why do you believe in feudal superstitions? If you were in the army, you would definitely be locked in a small black room for introspection."
