When Shen Yi saw Qin Jiao staring blankly, his eyes narrowed. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands. "So there really is one?"
Qin Jiao slapped his hands away and wriggled out from the compromising position. She said, exasperated, "Why do you care so much about that book? The fates of so many people—mine, yours, Aunt Du's, Grandpa Du's, my parents', my sister's—have all changed already!"
Shen Yi realized that Qin Jiao was truly angry. The room fell utterly silent, the only sound being the low hum of the bulky computer that had just been turned on.
He pursed his lips, then turned and walked away, heading back to his room.
Qin Jiao didn't know whether to be relieved or stay angry. 'Shen Yi is being so strange.' Still, this was the first time the two of them had parted on bad terms.
'Just a moment ago, and all day today, they had been getting along so well.'
For a fleeting moment, it was as if she saw the bad-tempered Shen Yi from her past life again. She frowned slightly.
