The last time I felt something was amiss but had no premonition was several years ago, when we were still in Ningzhou. Father Wen and Old Song were going to the Da Huan Mountain Coal Mine, and Wen Wan felt a tightness in her chest but never had a bad premonition.
This time, the same situation arose again. Wen Wan guessed, "Either Wang Xiaolang is simply here to ask you for money, or the person behind him poses no real threat to us. Which possibility do you think is more likely, husband?"
"It's hard to say," Song Wei shook his head. "But one thing is certain: if Wang Xiaolang doesn't get the money, he won't leave the Capital easily and might even come knocking again."
Wen Wan sighed and said, "I hope it's not my premonition that's faulty, but rather like a few years ago, the outcome will be good, which is why I can't sense it."
