"Qhianqhian, if you don’t come, I’m calling you until your phone is dead!" Qin Nuan washed her hands angrily, leaning on the wall with a pained expression.

Qhianqhian swallowed: "Does it hurt a lot? Do you want me to buy you a hot drink? What would you like?"

"My foot’s asleep, okay?" Qin Nuan rolled her eyes, rubbing her belly: "But strangely enough, my stomach doesn’t hurt at all this time."

"Isn’t it good that it doesn’t hurt? You want it to hurt?" Qhianqhian pursed her lips with disdain.

"No... Forget it, forget it. Hey, is that person acting?" The two walked out of the teaching building and saw a young man in front holding an Iron Brush...

"I saw him earlier." Qhianqhian shrugged: "Feels like he’s a naive apprentice from some shaman master."

Qin Nuan was curious: "Shaman? People say shamans can tell fortunes, could that brush be for writing some fateful words?"

They discussed shaman topics, while far in the Deep Mountain, a white-bearded old man kept sneezing: "Think once, scold twice, catch a cold thrice, what’s the fourth?"

Two people cursing you.

"Hey hey hey, finally found you." The young man’s eyes lit up upon seeing Qhianqhian.

Qhianqhian shuddered: "What?"

She seemed to have paid, but she really didn’t know this young man...

"My master said you’re the one I’m looking for, you’re my junior sister..." The young man grabbed Qhianqhian’s wrist, confirming she wasn’t someone else, and sighed in relief: "You need to come with me now!"

"Wow, senior sister recognition is trending?" Qin Nuan let loose a curse.

Previously, Jimo Cheng and Fang Youyuan were already calling each other ’junior sister’ all the time, now what the heck is this?

"Well, sir, I’m still a student, I can’t just leave without proper leave." Even though... she hadn’t canceled her leave yet.

"Don’t call me sir, I’m Yhan Yu, just call me senior brother." The young man quickly waved his hand, correcting her earnestly.

"A romantic encounter???" Qhianqhian and Qin Nuan asked in unison, then looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

The young man looked frustrated at the two who’s height didn’t even reach his neck, feeling that they weren’t calling his name but meaning something else.

"Ahem, Mr. Yhan." Qhianqhian gently brushed off Yhan Yu’s hand, stood calmly aside: "First of all, we don’t know you at all. Secondly, I said we’re students who need to attend class, so we can’t go. Lastly, we’re heading back to the dorm..." Though the main reason was Diwu Yan said she couldn’t leave.

"You can’t go!" Yhan Yu firmly gripped Qhianqhian’s wrist, his expression steadfast: "Master’s first task for me, I won’t give up on it."

"Hold on, let go first." Qhianqhian frowned, puzzled: "Why did your master want you to find me? I’m certain I don’t know him."

Yhan Yu blinked his big eyes twice and let go: "Master said..."

"I’ve heard ’mama’s boy’ often say ’my mom says,’ is ’my master says’ considered ’master’s boy’?" Qin Nuan raised an eyebrow, though neither wanted to get too entangled with him, they felt no malice from him.

Qhianqhian shrugged, confused: "Shouldn’t you first tell us who you are?"

Yhan Yu was about to speak, when his stomach let out a loud ’gurgle.’ It was so loud even Qhianqhian and Qin Nuan couldn’t ignore it.

"Uh... Hungry?" Qhianqhian looked at the young man whose face was slowly reddening, speechless.

She looked at Qin Nuan, who shrugged: "Let’s go eat something, I want something hot anyway."

"Care to join us for a meal?" Qhianqhian looked up at the young man who clearly seemed oblivious.

The young man shook his head, face flushed: "I have no money. I just have two steamed buns from kind-hearted grandmas." He said, taking out two buns frozen like ice blocks from his bag.

Qhianqhian helplessly shrugged: "You still need to tell us exactly what’s going on, right? We may not like standing here in the freezing cold."

Yhan Yu gave it some thought and nodded quickly: "Then I’ll go with you, don’t run off, don’t leave me..." His face looked full of grievance: "I’ve been searching for you for over a month."

Over a month? Qhianqhian was startled.

She’s extremely sensitive about that time because it was just over a month ago she acquired these powers.

"Let’s go." She exchanged a look with Qin Nuan, then they linked arms and walked away.

The young man followed step by step, not daring to look away.

Sitting in the cafe, the young man smelled the sweet aroma in the Air, sniffed the air longingly, but still sat opposite them with a somber posture.

Qin Nuan calmly ordered food and drinks, then asked the waiter to leave.

"Speak now." Seeing there were no strange people around, Qhianqhian finally spoke.

Her face had a lazy, apathetic look, contrasting with the anxiety in her heart and the urgency in her eyes.

Her eyes were lowered, unable to see her gaze or her heart.

"Master says, only by finding you is there hope," Yhan Yu said.

Qin Nuan and Qhianqhian waited in confusion for him to continue, but he said nothing more, just quietly gazed at Qhianqhian.

"And then?"

"Then? Then there’s no ’then’." Yhan Yu’s expression was matter-of-fact: "Master said, you’re unstable right now. If bad people exploit you, it’d be tragic."

"Bad people?" Qhianqhian was stunned.

"Am I a bad person?" Qin Nuan instinctively pointed at herself.

Unexpectedly, Yhan Yu shook his head: "You two are alike, your Souls have been tempered."

Qin Nuan and Qhianqhian looked at each other, their eyes filled with panic.

Tempered? It means experienced a lot.

They have indeed experienced a few more years, like in a dream...

"Master says, heaven’s secrets can’t be revealed. He also said, you should finish your affairs then come, but you don’t seem busy." Yhan Yu said seriously.

Which eye saw that?

Qhianqhian rolled her eyes in frustration, clearly she’s so busy she’s about to become a spinning top, okay?

Both eyes.

Qin Nuan nodded in agreement. Except for certain times, Qhianqhian spent most of her free time in a daze, lamenting the seasons.

Yet, even like this, she was understood.

After all, she’d just been ’rejected’ in a betrothal.

"Eat up, it’s all ordered for you." Qhianqhian raised an eyebrow at the pastries served, all hefty snacks clearly not for themselves.

And the two delicate ones were obviously to go with their coffee.

Hm, Qhianqhian didn’t even have coffee, just a cup of milk.