"Hey, let me ask you something. Are you Chinese-American?"
They rode on for another few hundred meters, neither of them speaking. Finally, Bai Weiwei broke the awkward silence.
There were no streetlights on the path beside Erhai Lake, only the faint glow from the guesthouses set back from the trail. Although she had grown up by the lake, the atmosphere still felt a little eerie. The crisp, cold wind was chilling.
On the way here, she had been too anxious to notice, but now, she was starting to feel a little uneasy.
Plucking up her courage, she started making small talk to fill the silence.
'It's not that I'm worried Lin Chu will do anything to me—he's a "public figure," after all. But it can't hurt to chat a bit, build some rapport, and avoid any potential conflict.'
"Hmm? Why would you ask that?"
Lin Chu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
'She's questioning if I'm even from China?'
