Yan Yu really wanted to say there were definitely more than just these ten or so people, because there were always some cultivators who didn't register. But seeing Lin already had tears swirling in her eyes, he changed his mind and pointed to the couch nearby, saying:
"Sit."
Lin flopped down hard, her lips pursed tightly, and her eyes wide open as if she was struggling to keep the tears from falling.
"Have some fruit, calm your nerves." Yan Yu said.
Lin immediately lost her temper, but since Yan Jing was still downstairs and hadn't gone up, she could only stomp on Yan Yu's instep with her slipper, gritting her teeth as she squeezed out a few words:
"Shouldn't you be comforting me right now?"
"I already have." Yan Yu said with an innocent look, "Fortuitous encounters, fortuitous encounters!"
"Why do so many people have fortuitous encounters, and I don't?" Lin started to argue nonsensically.