This left Luo Xinyun with a tight feeling in her throat. Just as she was about to speak, Father Shen’s booming laughter scattered her thoughts.
Lu Jingyan had already helped Gu Qing to the sofa to rest, and the elders had begun to chatter about other topics. Seeing Luo Xinyun with her head bowed, Shen Guangji tapped his fingertips against her palm under the table. The rhythm—three short beats and one long—felt like a blade of foxtail grass, the tingling sensation in her palm spreading all the way to her heart.
When Luo Xinyun looked up, she met the dark, churning light behind his spectacles. It was like the deep sea before a storm, harboring an undeniable certainty.
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