The people who came before us pulled out the rotten roots left behind by the past, their brilliance scattering in every direction. Thus came seventeen years of sailing, catching up from behind as new tides surged.
Lu Xuliang set down his book and sighed softly. "The more you know, the less you dare to say you like something with all your heart."
Beside him, Lin Shaoyan paused, then slowly put away his self-written book, Three Words That Know Me.
Noticing his unusual reaction, Lu Xuliang asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Lin Shaoyan turned his head away. "I'm just a person."
Lu Xuliang: "Hmm?"
Lin Shaoyan smiled brightly. "Like me."
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