"Such is very good," Nie Guangyi gave an assessment that seemed disconnected from the preceding conversation.
"Very good?" Meng Xin Zhi didn't understand for a moment.
Nie Guangyi explained, "Originally, I thought the lady was of a cold and aloof nature, but I hadn't expected her to be so vibrant."
"Indeed, as Mr. Nie has said, we are just slightly more familiar than two strangers," Meng Xin Zhi affirmed.
"My lady, when did I ever say such a thing? How did we become strangers?"
"Mr. Nie, if you are not even clear about my temperament, are we not strangers?"
"My lady, that's not how you should say it."
"Then how should it be said, Mr. Nie?"
Nie Guangyi pondered for a moment, "It's not that I am unclear about your temperament, but that I discover new worlds in you every day."
What was a perfectly good sentence turned strange by Nie Guangyi, leaving Meng Xin Zhi at a loss for words momentarily.
