Liu Ziru felt no better. These few lines of writing, neither classical nor colloquial, felt deeply intimate.
There were no flowery words of longing, yet they conveyed a profound sense of missing someone. There were no effusive expressions of gratitude, yet they spoke volumes of his appreciation. It was unexpected that three simple, plain sentences could leave two scholars, who considered themselves well-read, feeling completely at a loss for words.
"You really are something, Lin Zezu!" Liu Ziru could not suppress his emotions.
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