"I'm angry!" Lawyer Jian stiffened her neck, lifted her chin, and spoke in a huff.
"All right, all right, I was wrong. So wrong I'm ashamed to show my face, so wrong until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble. Honey, don't be angry. Please talk to me. Oh, right, tell me what you took away from it. Your husband is all ears!" Mayor Zhou apologized sincerely while gently washing his wife's fair, tender feet.
Jian Shuyue turned back and rolled her eyes at Zhou Yi. "It just got me thinking. Although Xia Mingyue writes harem fiction, her descriptions really do construct a world much like the one we live in. And in that world, every character's appearance, personality, and experiences, and every plot's beginning, development, and ending, all come down to a single thought from the author."
At this, Zhou Yi paused slightly. He had a vague idea of what Jian Shuyue was thinking, so he picked up the thread. "So you feel that our lives might also be a book? Our thoughts, our actions, how we met, got to know each other, and fell in love, and everything that happens-all of it is controlled by a pair of hands typing on a keyboard. Is that it?"
Jian Shuyue smiled and nodded, stroking her husband's hair as though petting a puppy. She felt that the only people in the world who understood her instinctively were Zhou Yi and Tian Tian, with neither ranking above the other.
"I have to say, that's a very unusual idea, but it's completely meaningless!" Zhou Yi picked up a towel and dried Jian Shuyue's feet, then cradled them on his knees and began massaging them with just the right amount of pressure.
"Why do you say that?" Jian Shuyue asked, tilting her head.