"Song Ci, you are a medicine man."
Song Ci nearly choked on her saliva.
Her expression froze for a few seconds before she turned stiffly to look at Song Fei. She said suspiciously and uneasily, "Song Fei, are you joking again?"
Song Fei said, "I never joke around." Especially about such things.
Song Ci's expression was very ugly and her face looked off. Cold sweat suddenly broke out on her forehead. "Song Fei, how can I be a medicine man? I am not from the Nangong Family. I…"
Song Ci met Song Fei's deep and pained eyes. Gradually, those words that she had yet to say disappeared.
She pinched her own thigh hard before asking, "Are you serious?"
Song Fei was slightly helpless and didn't know how to face Song Ci, who suddenly knew the truth.
She lowered her head to fold that letter and folded it into the shape of a paper crane.
