Wang Xiaoliang's hand was still resting on the Book of Fate. He hadn't lifted it.
"I was young and immature back then. I didn't know any better. Even after failing classes, I didn't bother studying. I just holed up in the dorm playing games all day. The less I did, the more depressed I got, and the more depressed I got, the more I felt I was finished. Look closely at this line: 'If you can transform your circumstances through your heart, clear your worries and lift your spirits.' Doesn't it sound like advice for me back then? Couldn't that be what that Taoist priest wanted to tell me?"
Wei Zijin tilted her head and looked for a while, in no hurry to agree.
"These are reflections left by people who've read this book."
She reached out and pulled the book a little closer.
"And it's the very last entry. If he'd really written it specifically for you, why wouldn't he have put a note on the first page?"
Wang Xiaoliang froze for a moment.
"The Taoist priest didn't even know what your situation was back then."
"It couldn't be that miraculous."
True.
Wang Xiaoliang leaned back a little.
"I was overthinking it."
Wei Zijin rested her hand on the back of his and didn't pursue the subject.
A few seconds passed in silence.
Wang Xiaoliang turned toward her.
"Speaking of which, it's been a while since you finished this book. Have you had any thoughts? You could write them down. We should leave a few words too. That's one of the tasks the book asks us to do."
Wei Zijin said nothing. She propped her chin on one hand and thought for a long while.
When she spoke, her voice was much slower than usual, weighing her words as