Seeing something off in Li Yajing's face, I froze in place. Moments ago, when I glanced at her, her features were fine—how could they change so drastically now?
Could Li Yajing be facing a sudden-onset illness?
They had all gotten into the car; only I remained rooted. Wang Junhui leaned out and asked, "Chuyi, get in the car! What are you spacing out for?"
I "oh-ed" and got in, then the car slowly pulled away.
I dared not make hasty judgments about such abrupt physiognomic changes, so after we'd driven a while, I interrupted Wang Junhui and Li Yajing's casual chat. "Sister Yajing, could you follow me through a set of hand gestures?"
Saying this, I naturally intended to use knuckle divination to properly divine for Li Yajing.
Hearing this, before Li Yajing could speak, Wang Junhui curi
