"Senior Brother Li? Senior Brother Li?"
Bai Lingmiao called out softly, while Li Huowang in front of her had his chopsticks hovering mid-air. He had been staring blankly at the cooled noodle soup for quite a while now.
"Senior Brother Li, what's wrong?" It wasn't until Bai Lingmiao placed her hand on the back of his hand that Li Huowang suddenly snapped back to reality.
"Nothing much, just thinking about the dream I had yesterday," Li Huowang passed over the bowl and chopsticks.
"That bad dream? It's okay, my mother said that dreams are the opposite of reality," Bai Lingmiao said as she took the bowl and chopsticks and walked toward the riverbank.
"Opposite, huh?" Li Huowang stared silently at the distant Zhuge Yuan.
