Perhaps Xu Jiali's voice gave Song Jiayan some comfort, a tether to the real world. He tried to psych himself up. 'It's an illusion, just an illusion. I'm just hearing things.'
'Song Jiayan, you have to believe it. This has to be a trick of your mind.'
'This is a world governed by materialism, a world of rapid technological advancement, a world teeming with scams...'
'Did something not quite fit in there?'
'But that wasn't important.'
'The important thing was, foxes can't talk!'
Song Jiayan slowly opened his eyes. He could feel the boat gliding steadily forward.
Xu Jiali looked at Song Jiayan with curiosity. "Are you okay?"
Song Jiayan shook his head but still didn't say a word.
His thoughts were a mess. 'Am I just not cut out for this line of work? Why am I having so many mental issues right at the starting line?'
'Is this a sign from the heavens?'
The boat reached the opposite shore much faster than Song Jiayan had imagined.
