After dinner, as everyone sat chatting in the pavilion, Li Jiaqi still seemed utterly distracted.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Dayi teased with a chuckle, "Did Mr. Su stew you?"
Such an old joke...
The hardest thing for Su Huai to adapt to after his rebirth was these ancient, cold jokes that occasionally popped out of people's mouths. Every time he heard them, he felt completely out of sync with his own thinking.
But the most satisfying part of rebirth was also this—it made him truly ahead of and distinct from this era.
Li Jiaqi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, I was deeply educated and moved. How should I put it? It feels like I was suddenly enlightened, and now I've transitioned from muddling along to realizing there's a better path ahead."
"Whoa, that's dramatic! Are you planning to cling tightly to Mr. Su's coattails and follow him to the grave?"
Some probing questions are best delivered as jokes.
