"Sister Yunxi, what's wrong?"
Pei Yunxi's uncontrolled voice reached the dining room, attracting the attention of the Martial Saint.
Seeing the flustered Pei Yunxi, he cautiously asked.
To the Martial Saint, Pei Yunxi was undoubtedly an idol, a goddess, an untouchable celestial being, but over time, the feeling of distance slowly faded.
Of course.
The reverence remained.
Looking at the curious and puzzled Martial Saint, Pei Yunxi composed herself, but her slender fingers still involuntarily tightened, causing the freshly dated medical report to crumple again.
She took a light breath and instantly regained her calm.
"It's nothing."
Her acting skills were indeed remarkable, reaching a level of perfect control, but the Martial Saint was so adept at reading expressions that he had already keenly noticed the crumpled paper ball in her hand.
What could make Sister Yunxi so excited?
