Soon, it was time to go to the Temple of the Matchmaker to make a wish again.
Shen Zhiyi also wanted to go.
The maid Xiangru was shocked when she heard this.
"Miss, didn't you never go to the Temple of the Matchmaker before?"
"Didn't you say that it's better to rely on yourself than on others, and that you weren't interested in marriage and had no other desires? Why have you changed your mind now?"
Shen Zhiyi gave a helpless, self-deprecating laugh. "What else could it be?"
She glanced at Duan Xingzhi, who was eating, and said, "Of course, it's because I have a wish now."
She was truly at her wit's end.
She used to believe that her medical and toxicological skills could solve any problem.
But she never imagined that she would empathize with the hatred of slavery.
He acted haphazardly, causing her to frequently experience strange reactions.
Sometimes it's pain.
Sometimes it's hot and cold.
On very rare occasions, she would even feel a secret pleasure...
When he took a bath, she would send away the maids and hide in her room alone, biting the corner of the blanket.
Shen Zhiyi blushed, unable to describe the feeling.
In short, there was no clue how to detoxify.
She hopes that the gods and Buddhas can guide her and bless her to understand the Heartbreak Technique as soon as possible, so that she can resolve this empathic reaction.
At least, don't let her suffer so much.
Duan Xingzhi blushed again when he saw her stealing glances at him, and his heart started pounding.
“Yan Nu, let’s go to the Yue Lao Temple to make a wish. You and I will go together,” Shen Zhiyi said.
Duan Xingzhi put down his chopsticks and looked at her with a dark expression.
"good."
...
The Yue Lao Temple was bustling with activity.
Shen Zhiyi stood under the ancient tree draped with red silk and laid out the fruits and offerings she had prepared one by one.
Then he chose a red silk ribbon and carefully wrote something on it.
"What did you write?" Duan Xingzhi asked in a deep voice, standing behind her.
"I'm not telling you." Shen Zhiyi turned around, covering her ribbon, and gave him a warning glare. "Don't peek."
Duan Xingzhi smiled, lowered his gaze, and looked away.
"I won't look."
Not far away, a group of young people were whispering among themselves, their eyes occasionally glancing at Shen Zhiyi.
"Dr. Shen is getting more and more handsome..."
"This is the first time I've seen her come to make a wish. Could it be that she's praying for a good marriage?"
"I really want to go up and ask."
Duan Xingzhi's eyes suddenly turned cold, his sharp gaze sweeping over them like icy spikes.
The men shuddered at his gaze, immediately fell silent, and hurriedly walked away.
He lowered his gaze to look at Shen Zhiyi's beautiful profile, and felt inexplicably irritated.
If so many people still care about her in this secluded little village, who knows how many suitors would flock to her if she were placed in the bustling capital.
etc……
The capital city?!
A fragment suddenly flashed through Duan Xingzhi's mind.
Wearing a black eagle mask, he stood before a man in fine clothes and coldly replied, "This mission is accepted by my Assassin's Guild."
Assassin's Guild.
He was actually... an assassin!
Duan Xingzhi felt a sudden chill run through his body.
He stared at his hands in disbelief at the stall.
An assassin is someone burdened with sins, living a precarious existence, and having countless enemies.
How can someone with this kind of status stay by her side?
As his body stiffened, a warm, soft hand grabbed him and pulled him to the statue under the ancient tree.
"Quickly, stand here and let Buddha take a good look at you."
She didn't know his real name, let alone his birth date and time.
Only gods and Buddhas can see his face, this person.
So as not to bless the wrong person.
Shen Zhiyi clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and sincerely said, "May Buddha bless Yan Nu with a long life of a hundred years, free from pain and disaster."
A look of astonishment crossed Duan Xingzhi's usually calm eyes.
He stared straight at her.
The tranquil lake of my heart seemed to have been violently struck by something.
The ice cracked open, and a surge of heat instantly overwhelmed all defenses, spreading throughout the body.
"You... you asked for this on my behalf?"
Xiangru said that wishes made at the Yue Lao Temple are very effective, and therefore very rare.
She granted him such a precious wish?
Duan Xingzhi was greatly shocked.
He had no idea that she liked him to this extent!
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