The next morning, as the first rays of dawn streamed into his shack, Fangsheng opened his eyes right on time. He turned his head to look beside him and found that He had also opened Her eyes right on time. Last night's question still lingered in Fangsheng's mind, and Her gaze made him feel uneasy because he hadn't yet thought of...
"Good morning. A night has passed. Have you thought of the answer to that question?" Her voice was calm and gentle, carrying an indescribable politeness. Hearing this, Fangsheng felt a wave of helplessness in his heart. After racking his brain for a long time last night and trying out various rhetorical tactics in his mind, he had ultimately decided to adopt a tactic summarized by predecessors across the ages: the delaying tactic.
Even so, Fangsheng still found this question a headache. That was because last night, every single hour, She would ask that question again. Fortunately, however, She didn't seem to understand that hesitation in itself was an answer, which allowed Fangsheng to drag it out.
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