Listening to Yu Chen's earnest words, Shen Shaojia was momentarily dumbfounded!
Was she being comforted by Master Yu Chen?
Or did he think her spirit was so fragile that she would do something drastic in this situation?
"Thank you, Master, but I don't think I'm unlucky; I consider myself quite lucky."
"That Taoist priest said I have a life like a rainbow piercing the sun, with the sun high in the sky. How could that be bad? What kind of shady person would be afraid of the sun? I will be the most brilliant Shen Shaojia!"
Yu Chen gently shook his head.
"Your dessert box is still on the ground."
While picking up the box from the ground, Shen Shaojia argued cheekily, "Dropped it by accident, what's the problem with that?"
"No problem."
Master Yu Chen exuded a thick fragrance of sandalwood, a scent accumulated from years of worshipping Buddhas in the temple, his whole presence radiated an aura that made people dare not look directly at him.
