In the books where lies could be written,
Where history could be deceited,
Where the people could be omitted,
Where all the deeds could be beaten.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
The prince placed a stack of cents on the table and sighed. Xiaojun stared at the books he was holding and a little bit embarrassed as he breathed. Xiaojun's arms were toned, and he could hold another set of books through his hands.
"Can we talk outside? I think I need to say something to you," Lei Jie initiated the conversation right away. Lei Jie walked as he held onto his abdomen for a bit and smiled at him for a change. Xiaojun was a bit uncomfortable with what their relationship had been and just smiled back in a preventive way. To not light up something that was not meant to happen.
