"What are you thinking about?" came the gentle voice of Tang Wanju from beside him.
Zhao Changhe snapped back to reality, smiling lightly, "Nothing, just spaced out for a moment."
"Did Ying Wu's words remind you of something?" Tang Wanju continued feeding him medicine as she spoke, "I too feel that your fate is extraordinary, with a vibe that seems to head straight for Ancient Times, as if being guided."
With a wrinkled face, Zhao Changhe drank a spoonful, "Your tone, it's like you've had this feeling for a while but didn't really care about it?"
"That sort of thing, I've never come across before, and it's hard to pinpoint what it is… and you keep things close to your chest, after all, you don't trust me that much…"
Zhao Changhe twisted his face, looking as naïve as they come.
This Daiyu flavor is almost spilling over.
