"No wonder! Look at the dark mass between your brows, it's clear you have a bad omen. It's simply an insult to our reputation as carp.",Zhao Jiner was extremely embarrassed. She hurriedly kindled a fire to bake her clothes dry and urged Grandma Sun to set off on her journey.,He never mentioned that Zhao Jin'er's future husband, Qin Muxiu, was a sickly man who was already bedridden.。