"You are not a good person, and I am not a good person either—we are a perfect match," Feng Qing insisted, still confessing his feelings, "I've realized now, you like your cousin, don't you?!"
Su Zhiruan: "...No."
"It's lively here," she changed the subject, pointing in a direction, "Young Master Feng, there is a sesame pancake shop over there that's really good. Would you like to try it?"
Feng Qing's mind was not clear, and upon hearing Su Zhiruan's suggestion, he felt he should find a place to cool down. Once he had adjusted his mood, he could come back and find Su Zhiruan again. Thus, he said, "I will go buy some. Just stay here and don't move around."
Su Zhiruan obediently nodded, "Okay."
This was a golden opportunity that came once in a lifetime.
After Feng Qing turned to leave, Su Zhiruan took out a talisman she had prepared earlier, pinching it between her fingertips.
