[In that dream, you and Tang Li had little interaction.]
In the tea room, surrounded by the sound of the zither, the young man sitting across from him, after the usual pleasantries in officialdom, once again brought up the so-called 'dream'.
He would mention such a thing abruptly and without context, naturally after witnessing his roadside interaction with Tang Li.
The evening breeze was mildly warm, also igniting the ember of the cigarette between his fingers.
A wise man doesn't speak of mysterious forces.
Even if Song Baiyan himself fasts at Guangyuan Temple every year, it doesn't mean he's superstitious enough to believe in foresight.
However, Han Jifeng's next words subtly overturned that belief.
Knowing it would be taboo, he still spoke up——
[I also dreamt that, by mid-October, you will submit the drafted National Medical Insurance Law proposal to both houses for review.]
Last week, only the draft of the National Medical Insurance Law was completed.
