Chapter 257: The Appearance of the Divine Dragon (13)
They say no child tends to the long-ill, and it turns out that saying exists for a reason. Just how accurate are all these old proverbs, really?
That was what Qing found herself thinking.
If the village’s self-proclaimed intellectual Seol the Bastard had heard that, he’d probably scoff, “What an ignorant wench,” and laugh it off.
But the truth was, the only reason any proverb survives this long is because it was accurate. The ones that weren’t simply died off. The ones still around? They speak to something universal in the human condition. In Qing’s hometown, they called this the survivorship bias fallacy—it’s not that old sayings are especially insightful, it’s just that only the insightful ones survive.
In any case, Qing only knew one person sick enough for long enough to make her actually reflect on proverbs.
“Miss Moyong? Aren’t you hungry?”
Moyong Juhee stared blankly at her for a second—then suddenly lowered her gaze.
Qing flinched and instinctively raised her arms to shield herself.
Yeah. That had become a sore spot lately. In more ways than one.
“Ugh.”
Moyong Juhee recoiled, then abruptly turned her head away.
To be honest, Qing did feel a little guilty about caring for Moyong Juhee.