“What are you thinking about?” Tang Wanzhuang’s gentle voice pulled Zhao Changhe from his thoughts.0

Zhao Changhe smiled. “Nothing, just got a bit lost in thought.”0

“Did something Ying Five said get you pondering?” Tang Wanzhuang asked as she continued to feed him medicine. “I also feel like your luck is abnormal, as if it’s guiding you straight toward something ancient.”0

Zhao Changhe grimaced as he took another spoonful of the bitter medicine. “You say it like you’ve felt that way for a while. Is it just that you don’t see it as something significant?”0

Tang Wanzhuang replied, “I’ve never encountered something like this, so it’s hard to judge what it truly is. Besides, you’ve been keeping secrets. Clearly, you’re not trusting me fully…”0

Zhao Changhe’s face twisted with discomfort.0

She sounds just like Lin Daiyu from Dream of the Red Chamber right now.[1]0

Despite her words, Tang Wanzhuang did not seem genuinely upset. Her hand remained gentle as she continued feeding him medicine. She added, “There’s no point dwelling on it. Are you willing to give...0