Tang Yi turned in astonishment, unsure how to respond. It had never occurred to him that the timid young man would suddenly say such a thing.
He turned his head stiffly. “What… did you say?”
Wen Yan gritted his teeth, wrestled with himself for a moment, then stood up and said slowly, emphasizing every word, “On the day I married you, Big Brother took me aside and told me many things. One of them was that I must never let you eat Chinese toon shoots. Just one bite makes your whole body turn purple and leaves you unable to breathe. You nearly died from eating them as a child. That's why you hate them so much.”
Nothing more needed to be said. Tang Yi felt a headache coming on. He had never imagined the former owner had a condition like that. Since waking, most of the memories available to him had been his own, with only fragments from the body's previous occupant. He had somehow missed something so important. If Wen Yan had not warned him, he might have eaten the toon shoots he was craving and died. The thought left him drenched in cold sweat.
Tang Yi had no idea how to explain himself. This world was far from enlightened. People either worshipped spirits and ghosts or feared them. If news of his situation spread, it would undoubtedly bring trouble. He was not afraid of trouble, but having only just arrived in this world, he had no desire to lose his peace over something like this.
The two faced each other in silence for a long time. Wen Yan lowered his head, his heart turning cold. If Tang Yi was not possessed, why had he changed so drastically? Why had he stayed silent so long? But if he was possessed, what exactly was the thing standing before him?
