"Girl, let's not talk about that one." The old man indeed avoided the topic.
"Then what shall we discuss?"
The old man seemed to want to say something, but upon seeing her furrowed brow, he asked, "Are you troubled?"
"So what if I am? Can you help me resolve it?" Qu Tan'er replied gloomily, but then she thought, that's right, perhaps the strange old man could solve it, "My husband, have you seen him?"
"I have, and he is outstanding, a true talent." While saying this, the old man seemed to be grinding his teeth a bit.
"Is it true that he won't live past 25?" Qu Tan'er asked, extremely anxious.
"Who told you that?" The mysterious elder scoffed, "He could live for another thousand years without any issues."
"…" She was stunned. Was it true? "Old monster, don't deceive me, someone said he won't live past twenty-five!"
"An accident resulting in his assassination is also possible."
"Get lost!!" Qu Tan'er grabbed the tea cup and flung it at the old man.
