"Of course, the two of you are destined to be lovers across lifetimes. Her ultimate destination will always be you—just another version of you!" The elderly man said with a gentle smile.
Yan Ting nodded. "I understand. Thank you."
Yan Ting turned and walked away from the old door. Standing by his car, at that moment, a head peeked out from inside the vehicle. Her long hair was still damp, and her wide, curious eyes were fixed on him.
Yan Ting stepped softly toward her, opened the car door, and got in.
The woman seemed a little fearful of him. Her petite body trembled slightly, and she scooted over to the side.
"Your hand is injured!" Yan Ting's sharp eyes noticed that her arm seemed to have been scratched by something and was still bleeding.
Lin Banxia tried to pull her hand away, but Yan Ting firmly grabbed it, taking a tissue and gently wiping away the bloodstains. His voice was low and soothing, "When we get back, let the doctor take a look at it."
