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Slipping behind Jun Ye, Gaodashu—who excelled at being playful—joked, "Jun Ye, are you listening to music? From where, inside the painting?"
Jun Ye shot him a quick glance: "Don't you know hitting someone is like beating a drum?"
Gaodashu immediately muted himself. Clearly, Jun Ye wasn't listening to music; it was more evident that his mood wasn't particularly good.
Yao Ye gazed at the painting for quite a while, then suddenly seemed to recall something. She blinked her enchanting eyes and said, "This scene looks familiar. Have I seen it somewhere before?"
"The Wen Family's old residence had one such tree, didn't it? Back then, every household apparently kept water lotuses." Jun Ye didn't hesitate to expose his sister's nostalgia.
The curator of the art museum, who had appeared behind them at some point, listened to their exchange and thoughtfully stroked his chin. "So that's how it is."
