"Hmm, cool things are always refreshing and loved by everyone."
"I'm even more excessive than that." Li Xizhou looked at him as he descended the steps, the fabric of his clothes quickly becoming mottled with dark spots, "Almost to the point of obsession. Because within me flows this blood of cold temperament, I naturally yearn for the realms of bleak spirits and chilling bones."
She led the young man around the sleeping palace, into the archway of the backyard, the wall colors still very new; this coating was evidently very waterproof, surely taking many years of erosion before it would become dull.
"Look." Li Xizhou stopped after entering the gate and looked forward. Without needing a prompt, Pei Ye also saw it: the well-crafted swing suspended under the old tree, this season's new buds sprouting from the branches, a scene full of vitality.
Li Xizhou strolled over: "Teach Mr. Pei a poem titled 'With Young Daughter'."
"What?"
