For some reason, Ye Xuan felt a hint of sourness in Xu Lixi's words. Naturally, the wisest course of action was to avoid taking the bait and change the subject instead.
Then, he spotted an oil painting of two young women in an intimate pose hanging on the wall, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Living in the mountains, he would frequently hear the shouts of an old man. He had no impression of his own name, but he remembered that old man vividly.
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