Wen Shiqing bit her lower lip, her heart still churning with tumultuous emotions.
She lowered her gaze, her long lashes trembling slightly as her thoughts spun in tangled chaos.
Li Huizhou might be right; perhaps a true cut-sleeve could spot one of his own kind amidst a vast sea of people at a single glance.
Yet someone like Su Jingyi—or rather, Prince Jiu—even without knowing she was a woman, had reacted with instinct. Could this not be considered a step toward becoming a cut-sleeve?
Frowning, she felt a trace of doubt. Perhaps because this was only the first step toward turning into a cut-sleeve, Li Huizhou hadn't been able to tell?
After all, who would dare claim their intuition was infallible?
She lifted her gaze, pressed her lips together, and finally asked aloud, "Perhaps some people are born different from others, while some become so later in life? Can you tell the difference with acquired ones, too?"
Hearing this, Li Huizhou raised an eyebrow and pondered for a moment. "What you say makes sense. My intuition can't always be right either—take those who become cut-sleeve later on, for instance."
"Still, there aren't many such people."
Seeing her furrowed brow, Li Huizhou suspected he had said too much and hastened to comfort her, "Ziyu, don't worry. I'm not speaking in absolute terms. Besides, you've done exceptionally well; nothing will go wrong."
"You have a fever right now, so stop letting your imagination run wild, hmm?"
Chapter 82