The man smiled slightly, with a hint of an elusive meaning in his smile, and did not directly answer Shen Jingqi's question.
He slowly paced to the window, his figure elongated under the dim light, blending with the night. The bustling street outside, filled with traffic and neon lights flashing, the noise faintly heard, seemed like another world away from him. He was silent for a moment, as if listening to a silent call from afar, and finally he spoke softly, his voice as gentle as the night breeze: "Do you believe in fate?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Jingqi frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes. He didn't quite understand what this had to do with the birthmark on his wrist that he had since childhood. "Fate?" he repeated, his tone carrying a hint of bewilderment, his eyes wandering between the man's silhouette and the scenery outside, trying to find a trace of fate in this hustle and bustle.
