"Of course, I have my methods." A faint smile drew an arc over Jun Li's thin lips as he looked up at Han Xiao. "You are regretting that you recognized her too late, aren't you?"
Han Xiao neither admitted nor denied Jun Li's words. Instead, he stared at him in puzzlement.
Jun Li was the first to break the silence and continued, "You're more than three years late. No. To be more precise, it's been more than three years."
There was a subtext to Jun Li's words; of that, Han Xiao was certain. "What do you mean?"
"My meaning is clear." Jun Li stood up and walked out of the pavilion.
Before they parted, however, he offered Han Xiao a few words, "Although it's autumn, there are still mosquitoes."
How was he more than three years late?
Han Xiao looked over his shoulder, his eyes trailing Jun Li's departing figure. No matter how he rolled the words in his mind, Han Xiao could not understand what Jun Li was trying to say.
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