What are the stakes in the bet?
Xiao Zhuhua looked at Zhao Chai'er; his face was pale, and he hadn't fully recovered.
However, he reverted to his usual nonchalant demeanor and casually said, "How presumptuous of me! It turns out it was just a wild guess. I thought I had met some kind of deity who could see everything in a person's life."
Xiao Zhuhua was a little annoyed and pouted, saying, "It's clearly not a guess. Everything I said is based on evidence. Even if it was a guess, it was you who deliberately made me guess."
Zhao Chai'er glanced at Yan Huanyue, then casually said to Xiao Zhuhua, "I know, it's my fault, it's my fault, I won't cut your hair again."
After saying that, he turned to leave. Yan Huanyue stood up and looked at his back, saying, "Tell me, why do you insist on having her hair?"
Zhao Chai'er knew she was no match for her, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and turn around to explain:
"It's just that I heard people from your immortal sect say that children are still young and their worldly dust is still shallow, so perhaps it's easier to glimpse some of destiny through them than through other means... They said it's just a false rumor, but my heart is itching like a cat is scratching at me, and I can't help but want to try it."
Yan Huanyue gently stroked Xiaozhuhua's head, placed a protective spell on her shoulder, and said softly, "Go, go find your grandmother first, and don't run around alone in the future."
Little Pearl Flower carried the puppy, who struggled to get down several times, and walked away, looking back every few steps.
Yan Huanyue then looked at the slender and tall Zhao Chai'er. She noticed that Zhao Chai'er's complexion was slightly yellow, and there were faint dark purple circles around her eyes. She looked tired and listless.
She asked, "Are you so worried you can't sleep?"
Zhao Chai'er saw that she had fair skin and red lips, which were particularly clear and dazzling in the sunlight. Compared with the hazy feeling when they first met under the lamp in the inn last night, she was more real and impactful.
Everyone likes good-looking people, and he was no exception, so her casual question still made him blush.
He seemed to suddenly become very busy, unconsciously scratching his head, tugging at his clothes, and straightening his collar, before saying:
“I slept well last night… I didn’t hear anything, and you didn’t wake me. If you had, I would have come to help.”
Yan Huanyue asked, "Did you really lose your life in a gamble?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Chai'er waved her hand and laughed, "That's not true, it's just a lie. Can fate really be lost?"
He moved closer to her, adopting a fearless posture, and tentatively asked with a smile, "Even if I run away, can you still kill me?"
Yan Huanyue looked into his eyes and said in a low voice, "If it were an ordinary person, it would be fine, but if it isn't... Since you don't want to say, then only you know the answer. With your creditor's power, even if you run to the ends of the earth, can your creditor kill you?"
Her eyes were clearly clear and clean, without any impurities, as calm as two crystal-clear lakes, yet Zhao Chai'er still felt a distinct chill from her at one moment.
This familiar sense of oppression carried a tremendous threat, like a noose around his neck that could snap his neck in an instant and drag him into an abyss of unknown depth.
The fleeting, romantic thoughts I had while we were alone shattered silently in an instant.
Zhao Chai'er couldn't help but take a step back, swallowed hard, and then put on an indifferent expression, "If you have the ability, you can see what you want to know, just like Xiao Zhuhua."
Yan Huanyue smiled casually, tucked a strand of hair that had fallen to her cheek behind her ear, and said lightly:
"If you don't want to talk about it, then so be it. But I advise you not to gamble with fate and deceive yourself, wasting all your energy on divination."
"If you're really scared, you might as well arrange your own funeral first, so that you don't spend your last days in fear and end up not getting anything done."
Zhao Chai'er opened her mouth, as if to get angry, but then suddenly thought of something and said with considerable agreement, "What you said makes some sense."
"Everyone's fate is in their own hands." Yan Huanyue didn't expect him to not refute such a statement, so she simply stopped asking and turned to walk towards the door.
Zhao Chai'er took two steps after her, her nonchalant demeanor vanishing. She looked anxiously at her retreating figure and said hesitantly:
"I have a friend... I mean, a friend of mine, not me, he married a new woman, and before anything's happened, she's always sick. Do you think there's any possibility that his new wife is a little bit strange?"
Yan Huanyue paused, looked up at the door, and saw a patient who often stayed in bed.
Seeing that she suddenly stopped and didn't turn around, Zhao Chai'er immediately realized what was happening and waved her hands frantically, saying:
"I'm not talking about you guys, I'm talking about a friend of mine. He doesn't have many other hobbies, he just loves to make bets with people."
His eyes lit up. "Do you know what the fun of betting is? It's the unparalleled satisfaction and pride you feel after your gamble on destiny, or the unknown, has been proven correct."
Yan Huanyue turned around.
Zhao Chai'er continued, "He also gambles with people on dice and the like, but most gamblers are only after money, not the joy of winning the unknown, or the genuine admiration for the winner."
“Actually, my friend likes to gamble, he’ll bet on anything, even a leaf that’s just been broken off a tree. Until a year ago, he made a bet with someone on whether a house under construction would collapse.”
Yan Huanyue was speechless upon hearing this. It was inexplicable that someone would be betting on whether a newly built house would collapse. They must have nothing better to do.
Zhao Chai'er was lost in memories, her gaze drifting elsewhere through her.
“Although my friend loves to gamble, he has never liked gambling in general. However, the people who were drinking together at the time were all egging him on. And the house construction company was a swindler who was known for using inferior materials to take advantage of people. We had all been cheated by them before, and we all wanted to see something bad happen to their family…”
“My friend lost the bet because he thought that with the best bricks, the best soil, and the best craftsmen, it would be hard for the house to collapse. But the very night the bet was made, the house collapsed… The homeowner’s family went to see the new house, but they all got stuck inside and never came out again…”
Yan Huanyue's expression turned serious. "Perhaps the house itself had some flaws."
Zhao Chai'er gave a mumbled "hmm."
"But the person who made the bet with my friend that day, the winner who thought the house would collapse, suddenly became like a lost soul a few days later. One night, he ran to my friend's house with a bloodstained embroidered shoe he had picked up from somewhere, and insisted on making the bet again, acting like a madman..."
"Senior Sister Yan..."
Yan Huanyue turned her head, and Pei Xuanzhi's rather painful cough came from the half-open window.
Yan Huanyue hurried back into the room and saw that he had already gotten up and was leaning against the headboard. The barrier around the bed had been broken by him for who knows how long.
The simple barrier she left behind was a spell he already knew, so she wasn't too surprised. She simply poured a glass of warm water, brought it to his bedside, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Pei Xuanzhi pursed his thin lips, lowered his eyes, and his face was as pale as snow. His black hair was unbound and draped over his neat white undergarment, which softened his usually indifferent and aloof demeanor.
He sat there hesitating for a moment, then gently took her hand and carefully placed it on his chest. He looked up at her, his eyes sparkling like tiny stars, and asked, "It seems to hurt a little here. It's beating too fast. Will it cause problems?"
Zhao Chai'er lingered outside for a while before stepping onto the steps, intending to go inside.
Pei Xuanzhi pressed down on Yan Huanyue's hand, which she was trying to pull back, and glanced intentionally or unintentionally towards the door, asking with great curiosity:
"Brother Zhao, may I ask what the stakes were when you bet on the collapse of the mansion?"
The footsteps outside the courtyard that were about to enter fell silent in that instant.
Yan Huanyue also quieted down, turned her head to look outside the door, and let his heart beat more and more violently in her palm.
Standing on the steps outside the door, Zhao Chai'er remained silent for a long time. He knew he shouldn't have said it; someone would always quickly seize upon what he was trying to gloss over...
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