"Is the ting jun of your name the ting jun of Wen Tingyun?"
Xiao Tingjun turned his head and looked at her strangely.
"It's the poet who wrote 'Thousands of sails are nothing, the slanting light is flowing and the water is long.'" Chi Xia thought he didn't know who was busy explaining.
"No, it's the thundering Tingjun."
"Wow, what a domineering name!" Chi Xia stared at him with starry eyes.
Xiao Tingjun was helpless and ignored her.
How did he know at that time that in the days that followed, there would never be another voice that called his name so beautifully.