The City's Divine-Handed Doctor

“I should check the almanac. My romantic luck has been a little too intense lately…”

Gu Bei narrowed his eyes. “In this setting, I feel inspired to write a poem.”

“Tonight, wine and joy, a chance encounter. Don't fret, my dear, your illness will soon be gone. The night is so lovely, your fingers so tender. Where in this life is there no pleasure to be found?”