The old man slowly sat up straight, placing the newspaper and his glasses on the table: "Ah, young lady, you lack patience!"
Gu Ningyue approached the hospital bed but did not sit in front of it; instead, she went past the bed and leaned by the window.
The long hair behind Gu Ningyue was lifted by the muggy wind, but her voice remained icy: "After all, I only have one life. If I could keep my composure even now, I probably wouldn't need to marry; I should become a nun!"
The old man was amused by her, the wrinkles on his face piling up, appearing strangely mysterious: "Don't worry, I've only told Lin Ruixian, no one else knows."
Gu Ningyue didn't care much about his words; she cared about another issue: "Who exactly are you?"
The old man didn't speak, only silently watching her. After a long while, he finally said leisurely, "Who I am isn't important; what's important is that your great tribulation is approaching."
Gu Ningyue asked, "My great tribulation?"
