The woman in palace clothes was speechless when she asked her question, and said with a smile: “We are playing cards, why bother thinking about other things.”
“Repudiation?” Mi August asked.
The word fell and the space was turbulent.
The woman in palace clothes put down her long cigarette.
Mi August grabbed the cards on the table and said, “No more playing.”
“…Please be patient, dear guest.” The long cigarette butt blocked Mi August as he was about to throw away the card.
There was a knock on the door.
The maid who had bet with Mi August walked in.
It expressionlessly placed a wish-fulfilling pouch in front of Mi August’s desk.
“Isn’t this coming?” The woman in palace clothes smiled with bloodthirsty eyes.
The dead-faced maid left expressionlessly. Before the door closed again, her gloomy gaze remained fixed on Mi August.
Ding.
The brass bell rings.
The bald old man suddenly took off his head and placed it on the table.
“Oh, it’s not fun to play like this in the second round.” The woman in palace clothes glared at the bald old man and discarded the cards in her hand, “I won’t follow.”
The male disciple behind it did not pick off his head and said in a hoarse voice: “Follow!”
When Mi saw this in August, he was thoughtful.
Three pairs of eyes looked towards her.
Mi August lost the same card as the woman in palace clothes.
The woman in palace clothes smiled and seemed not to care about her giving up.
At the card table for four people, two people folded, leaving the bald old man and the male disciple to continue.
In the third round of drawing cards, the male disciples made their bets.
He looked left and right, confused as to what bet to place.
The woman in palace clothes slowly smoked a cigarette and said in a charming voice, “If you gamble with your head, don’t you still have limbs and bones? The bones are pretty good, let’s make a pair of dominoes for fun.”