Faced with Ling Yao's request, Yin Ming subconsciously pursed his lips.
Should we really ask him for help?
But what if he discovers that this world is just a novel?
What's even more perplexing is that Yin Ming could previously pretend to be nonchalant and translate on his own, but now that Ling Yao has offered to help, if he refuses, will Ling Yao feel that Yin Ming doesn't trust him and thus feel sad?
Even if Lingyao wouldn't think much of it, it's hard to say he wouldn't notice something amiss given how secretly Yinming is avoiding him...
Should I refuse or agree?
For a moment, Yin Ming felt caught in a dilemma.
After a long while, he finally sighed softly, placed the brush in his hand on the brush rest, reached out and pulled Lingyao to sit down at the tea table next to him.
He then took out two teacups from the tea tray and filled them with tea using the teapot.
Yin Ming reached out and handed one of the cups to Ling Yao, while he picked up the other cup and took a small sip.
He wasn't actually thirsty; he was just using this gesture to mask his inner nervousness.
Lingyao remained quiet and allowed Yin Ming to manipulate him throughout, as if he would unconditionally obey whatever Yin Ming wanted to do.
Seeing how well-behaved he was, Yin Ming felt inexplicably at ease.
After hesitating for a while, Yin Ming tentatively spoke:
"Ah Yao, we've been through so many incredible things together, some of which could even be described as coincidences or narrow escapes. Have you ever thought that maybe..."
Yin Ming paused, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to blurt out the rest of his words:
"Perhaps this world is an illusion, just a realm created by someone's wild imagination, and we are merely virtual characters constructed by him, with the trajectory of our lives already predetermined by him?"
After speaking, Yin Ming stared nervously at Ling Yao, wanting to see how he would react.
After hearing this, Lingyao glanced thoughtfully at Yin Ming, then lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long while before speaking:
"Like...the stories circulating in the streets?"
"I have also wondered why other people's lives are peaceful and smooth, while mine is full of ups and downs. If I attribute all of this to being born into a storybook, it does seem to make sense."
His tone was surprisingly calm, as if he wasn't as hard to accept this conclusion as Yin Ming had imagined.
Yin Ming was surprised by his attitude and was about to say something when he heard him further reveal the key point: "So, the reason Yin Ming is saying this is because Yin Ming has already seen the storybook that belongs to us?"
"Is everything described in the storybook exactly the same as our experience? And what will our final fate be...?"
Yin Ming opened his mouth in disbelief. He knew the male lead wasn't stupid, but he really didn't expect Ling Yao to be so clever as to guess this directly.
The progress had jumped ahead dramatically, rendering the prepared explanations useless. Yin Ming nervously clenched his palms, momentarily at a loss for what else to say.
"Ah Yao, you...believe me? Don't you find it strange that I'm suddenly saying these things?"
Lingyao shook his head slightly. His expression was relatively calm, but the way he subconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes still betrayed his true emotions.
“I’ve known for a long time that Yin Ming is very smart, whether it’s his ability to make so many novel foods or his more accessible way of learning characters. But if the Ancestral Dragon from millions of years ago also knew about this way of learning characters… then perhaps it’s not just about being smart.”
"Actually, from all the things that have happened in the past, I've known for a long time that Yin Ming is special, and I also know that Yin Ming is hiding a secret in his heart. It's just that Yin Ming is unwilling to tell me, and I don't want to force him. But just now, Yin Ming seemed to have made a great decision before deciding to tell me, but after I asked about the storybook, he hesitated and stopped..."
Lingyao frowned slightly, and his tone became cautious:
"Did I do something to offend Yin Ming in the story, which is why Yin Ming finds it so hard to talk about it?"
"That's not how it is." Yin Ming quickly interrupted his overthinking, secretly wiping away a bead of sweat from his brow.
It's not you who wronged me; it's clearly me who wronged you first.
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