Hey!
Anyway, now that I've got the key, I can finally meet the person I've been longing for.
Yeah, that's right, don't overthink things.
Jiang Xiao casually picked up the photo of Li Xiaoyun on the university sports field, flashing a peace sign with her hands reversed, beautiful with a sweet smile.
The man slightly reluctant to be in the picture yet yielding to his daughter's request must be Mr. Li.
And Mr. Li's pose is awkwardly extreme, in the shape of a character for 'eight'.
On the back of the photo, Li Xiaoyun herself wrote a line of delicate poetry:
After all, few truly get the deer, oblivious all day to dreams of fish.
Great poem!
Jiang Xiao subconsciously uttered, "Know not whether it can abrupt be gained, entrusted echoes to the mournful wind."
As if very fond of the poem Jiang Xiao read, the wind chimes started to joyfully tinkle again.
The feeling something wasn't right grew stronger.
