Zhao Mi sat behind the screen, listening to Ren Ye's question with considerable surprise.
Yesterday, his question had been, "Lord Zhao, do you know how I lost my eyes?"
Zhao Mi had replied, "You were born that way."
That exchange had originally been very simple, but today, the boy had actually asked again, "What was my question yesterday?" That made his behavior rather intriguing.
What did he mean by this?
Had he already learned what happened every day when he came to the Zhao Residence to "stay quiet for two hours"? Was he trying to use this to threaten me, to test me?
Heh, quite a bold one.
Zhao Mi first imagined an entire drama in his mind before rising with a stern expression. He paced behind the screen with his hands behind his back and said softly, "It seems you're deeply obsessed with the loss of your eyes."
Hearing this answer, Ren Ye was instantly dumbfounded. Holy shit, yesterday I actually asked about losing my eyeballs? And that directly?! Looks like yesterday's me was brave as hell.
"A man may refuse to accept his fate, but he must never fail to recognize his own circumstances."
Standing behind the screen with his hands behind his back, Zhao Mi said in a deep voice, "In this jungle, wild beasts roam everywhere. When a tiger carries a piece of meat in its jaws, the wolves around it look on hungrily but dare not approach. But if it were a scrawny wild dog instead, that meat would probably bring death upon it before it could swallow a single bite."
"In fact, the other beasts need only hear that this wild dog has meat in its mouth, and they won't pass up the chance to fill their bellies. They'll kill the dog first. If