Something in the back of Uncle Lin's mind stirred uneasily. The old master's warnings came back to him, about the chosen one, the person destined to cross paths with Clyde. He had visited temples, prayed before shrines, sought meaning through divination, but the answers always slipped away like mist.
And yet another headache had appeared. Who in their right mind dared to meddle in Clyde's affairs?
That expressionless man! Clyde! What on earth had he been doing all this time that Micah still doubted their relationship? That he would be shaken just because someone else's words? Did his past lectures go in one ear and out the other? Was it all wasted breath? This hopeless man!
Uncle Lin took a deep breath. "I am not sure I understand all of what you said. It did not matter what I thought or said; in the end, it's you who must decide."
