Wang Zhaojun lowered her gaze, looking at Li Bai, who was leaning against his sword opposite her. She suddenly spoke, "You were lying to me back then, weren't you? Your life was nothing but endless cultivation—where on earth would you have time to look at poplars?"
Li Bai's fingertips paused, and the light in his eyes dimmed. "Indeed. I have never seen poplars, nor have I seen flocks of sheep."
"Those were all things read from chronicles." The curve of his lips as he smiled carried a trace of self-mockery.
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