Ling Yin sat at his desk, massaging his temples, feeling a bit weary, quietly poured himself a cup of bitter coffee, and drank it without tasting it.
Sai Luo came in with something to discuss, and seeing his troubled face, curiously asked, "What's wrong?"
"Headache," Ling Yin replied truthfully.
Sai Luo placed a stack of files on his desk, then walked around the desk and sat down on it, looking down at him: "Are you sick?"
He touched Ling Yin's forehead, then felt his own, finding no significant difference in temperature.
Ling Yin shook his head with a bitter smile: "I didn't check the almanac before going out this morning."
Sai Luo patted his shoulder and chuckled: "Since when did you start taking such things seriously?"
"Sometimes you might really need to check it, otherwise disasters come out of nowhere."
Sai Luo saw that he truly looked troubled and raised an eyebrow, "Want to go to the coffee room for a couple of drinks?"
