Ling Zhenfei said, "That's right, it's called the unpredictability of life."
Wang Wei said, "So now you're going to tell me another fantastical story, huh?"
Ling Zhenfei paused, "What do you mean story? What I'm telling you is all true."
Wang Wei said, "Yes, what you say is true, but your true stories are more captivating than others' fictional tales."
Ling Zhenfei knew that Wang Wei was also starting to have some doubts, but there's no helping it; the truth is the truth, and lies are lies.
Ling Zhenfei recounted the day's events to Wang Wei, and Wang Wei was left stunned.
"You're not kidding, right? If someone really framed you, the level of difficulty and the intricacy of thought required to execute such a plan must be immense."
Ling Zhenfei said, "Nangong Changhe is just that kind of person. I believe it, even though you might not, and I barely believe it myself. If it were about someone else, I might not have believed it either."
