Zhai Yanjun tsked at Shui Xian's words and said, "Do you have any conscience? Or that has also been frozen by your coldness?" He took a heavy breath and went on, "Instead of asking me if I'm doing well or not, you actually are more concerned about the meal I owe you?"
"If you're in the mood to use sarcasm with me, it's obvious that you're doing well," replied Shui Xian. "But I'll still ask you. How are you?"
Zhai Yanjun calmed down just with that one question and replied in a pleasant mood, "I'm doing good. How about you?" Before Shui Xian could reply, he went on, "Don't answer that. I can even hear gloating in your voice. That means you're doing better than ever."
Shui Xian walked over to the chaise and slumped down, "Yanjun, I actually feel like you know me quite well. You can even tell I'm doing better than ever. And indeed, I am. I haven't felt this good and lighthearted in a long time now."
