"Daoist Zhuge, maybe you should change your name to 'Hong Kong Reporter.'
On the way to the dining hall, Zhou Li walked slowly, numbly. Zhuge Qing, beside him, was happily checking her Memory Stone, browsing through its contents.
"Why would you say that?"
Zhuge Qing tapped the Memory Stone with her slender, pale fingers and asked casually.
"Because you always seem to want to break some big news."
Zhou Li drew out the words.
"Hmm."
Zhuge Qing's eyes twinkled, her delicate brows like willow leaves, unsullied by makeup, yet exceedingly attractive. She looked at Zhou Li with a smile and said, "Student Yun and Young Master Zhou were talking with such a gentle smile earlier. Wouldn't it be nice to keep a memento of that moment?"
"That is true."
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Li nodded and then asked, "Have you eaten, Daoist?"
"That's why I came to you."
For some reason, Zhuge Qing's response felt disjointed, as if the tape was fast-forwarding.
"Hmm?"
