"Does he have a tacit understanding with you?"
"We always end up wearing the same clothes… He constantly dresses like me, even wears the same hat."
Zhou Xuan recalled the little details from Mu Hua's daily life.
"That sort of tacit understanding isn't enough."
Monk Zhu Jiu said: "Perhaps you two merely look alike. In this world, there are always people who resemble each other to an extraordinary degree. Although rare, it's not unheard of. If you still doubt, then match your middle finger with his middle finger. If an icy surface appears, then you are mirror persons.
If you truly are mirror persons, break that icy surface. When the two merge, the strength of their soul and body will far surpass a simple sum of two."
"I'll try it when I get home!"
"Go on, go on!"
Monk Zhu Jiu ended the conversation, then gazed out the window.
Outside the window, the rain was pouring down in torrents.
