"As the saying goes, what you think about in the day, you will dream of at night. You've been fixated on those ravens; they are bound to echo in your dreams... Don't be so jumpy, seeing danger in every corner."
"Could it be that you're under so much pressure lately that you're hallucinating?"
Zheng Qing lay sprawled on the desk, listening to Xiao Xiao and Xin Fat Man's analysis, yawning weakly, with a tinge of regret in his heart. He knew he shouldn't have shared that conjecture with them, yet couldn't help seeking their opinions—perhaps that's what people mean by indecision.
Of course, due to the Silence Contract, he couldn't describe the specific task from last night in detail, only vaguely mentioning his repeated 'deja vu' experiences and how he 'intuited' the image of a raven again yesterday.
Perhaps that's why his companions seemed so nonchalant about it.
Thinking of this, he blinked his tired eyes, opened the silver case of his pocket watch, and glanced at the time.
