"At the same time?"
The other person shook their head.
"Is there a difference between the left and right hands?"
They shook their head again.
"Okay," Dubian Che placed his right hand on the crystal ball, which was cheap, yet its radiant surface still exhibited the exquisite craftsmanship of modern industry.
"By the way," he said, "I want to check my career, please see how many years I will serve as the Prime Minister."
The witch slowly stretched out her hand and placed it on the crystal ball... no, on Dubian Che's hand.
What was this new method of divination? Tacky!
Dubian Che decided he would report it to the Executive Committee later; he readied to pull back his hand, but it wouldn't budge.
Not only that, but the witch interlaced her fingers with his.
Dubian Che looked at those hands, slender and pale, very familiar.
"Asuka?"
"Call me Mayi."
