"All encounters in this world are reunions after long separations."
"Then does that mean we must have met a very, very long time ago?"
"Mm. Every life has a soul, so past lives and future lives naturally exist. Perhaps we really were friends in a previous life."
"Come to think of it, I feel like there's something wrong with what you just said."
"What's wrong with it?"
"From a broader perspective, if it really is as you said—'all encounters in this world are reunions after long separations'—then there could never be a first meeting. That doesn't make logical sense."
"...All right, all right, Luo Chuan, stop talking."
Yao Ziyan rolled her eyes. Was the point really whether there had been a first meeting? Why was the boss always so quick-witted in such strange places?
"Help me get the seasonings over there."
"You're a Venerable, and a god at that. Couldn't you just wiggle a finger and have the seasonings come over by themselves?"
"Luo Chuan, you're so lazy. You're unwilling to help even with something so small. You weren't like this before. And haven't I said it already? Right now, I'm just an ordinary girl. What girl have you ever seen use her own abilities to fetch things through the air while cooking? That's not scientific."
Luo Chuan: "..."
It seemed this girl had completely thrown herself into the role of an ordinary person.
"Fine. How much?"
"An appropriate amount."
"How much is an appropriate amount?"
"An appropriate amount is an appropriate amount."
"...I understand."
This was merely a small episode from Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan's everyday life together.
A fine drizzle hung in the air, neither stopping nor fully falling.
Pedestrians came and went along the street. Some carried umbrellas, while others did not. It was the