Yue Hongyan counted carefully. Aside from that brilliant pure-red line, Lin Shen held more than a dozen, nearly twenty, red lines of all different colors in his hand.
A few of them were relatively dim—ordinary pink, peach-red, and the like.
What Yue Hongyan could not understand was that A Tian's pure-red line was dazzlingly crimson. Beyond that, there were eight red lines tinted purple, red in a bewitching, sinister way. Their brightness was far too glaring; an ordinary person's pure-red line was nowhere near as bright as these. Yue Hongyan had never seen anything like it.
If one looked closely, that blue line actually leaned toward purple as well, and it was equally bright.
"Why are this scumbag's marriage lines so strange? The pure-red line is already bright enough to beggar belief—how are there nine more lines shining like this?" Yue Hongyan had never seen red lines of such brightness before, much less one of them being blue.
Including that pure-red line, Lin Shen had a total of ten red lines in his hand that shone with extraordinary brilliance.
Just as Yue Hongyan was pondering what was going on, her gaze suddenly froze. Among those eight purplish-red lines, she saw one that seemed especially long. It was longer than the others that vanished directly into the void, as though it extended toward this side.
Yue Hongyan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly followed the line downward. As far as her eyes could see, the red line kept extending in her direction.
"No... no way... definitely not..." Yue Hongyan's expression grew uglier and uglier as the red line in her sight drew closer and closer to her.
At last, Yue Hongyan stood there in a daze, head lowered, her body trembling almost imperceptibly.
She had no way to accept what