Xie Jianshen closed his eyes and heaved a long sigh. He pulled himself free from Zhang Fengxi's grip, straightened his posture, and stared at him.
"Just how long do you intend to keep them away from each other?"
"..."
"Five years? Ten years? Twenty years?"
"..."
Zhang Fengxi clenched his fists, his fingernails digging deep into the flesh of his palm.
"When the Goddess of Fate and Destiny speaks about Little Yu re-entering the samsara cycle, she means that he will start from the lowest form in the human realm, climbing slowly to the peak."
Xie Jianshen gazed upon his beloved younger brother's sleeping face.
"What is the typical lifespan of an ant?" he asked.
"And a cicada? And a lizard?"
"And a cat? A dog? A cow?"
Zhang Fengxi clenched his jaw, not saying anything in reply.
