"Burn agarwood to relieve the heat - Su Liao! Su Liao! Don't you think this sentence is very ambiguous?" Mu Yuan tugged on Su Liao's sleeve with great interest.
"Su Muzhe? This poem is about the poet expressing his homesickness. Where is the ambiguity?" Su Liao glanced sideways, with an expression of indifference that evolved from boredom and helplessness.
"Whatever, teenagers must have unlimited imagination! Isn't it said that there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people?" Mu Yuan blinked his eyes and said seriously.
"That's a long way to go."
"However," Mu Yuan paused for a moment, as if deliberately attracting Su Liao's attention, and smiled brightly, "even if there are a thousand Hamlets, there is only one you in my eyes."
"It's even further..." Su Liao held her forehead, coughed slightly, and turned her face away to ignore her, actually to cover up her slightly hot cheeks.
"Hey, burn agarwood to relieve the heat..." Mu Yuan wrapped his hands around Su Liao's neck from behind, his soft body pressed against Su Liao's stiff back, and whispered in Su Liao's ear, "Don't you really think... It's ambiguous?"