"Maybe. From a past life, maybe not, depends on whom you are talking about," Yuanshi's answer was deliberately vague, leaving Zhang Wei to interpret its meaning.
The lack of a straightforward answer irritated him, his eyes twitching in annoyance.
The mystery surrounding his dream, and now Yuanshi's cryptic remarks, deepened the sense of unease that had settled over him.
Continuing to smoke, Zhang Wei's thoughts drifted back to the disturbing scene from his dream. "Isn't it ironic, how what I saw, was the same as how everything started? Killing the son, huh? By the way, do you have any idea about that woman..." His voice trailed off, leaving behind a subtle smile.
....
Yuanshi's cryptic words, "It indeed started the same way, but not the way you are assuming it to be, also it has nothing to do with me. Just don't die, and wait for me to come for you," only served to deepen the mystery around Zhang Wei.
