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The lackadaisical sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows as if through a church.
Tang Xian didn't mind the dirt, casually wiping it away as he sat in the coffee shop that hadn't had visitors for centuries, looking like a regular.
Seeing Tang Xian looking this way, Qing JiuYu laughed and said,
"Why have you gotten gossipy too? Are you really that eager to hear about the scandals of my fox tribe?"
"All the scandals in the world are but a person, in an unsuitable atmosphere, doing what their heart desires. Whether it is ridiculous or tragic, isn't for the word 'scandal' to decide," Tang Xian replied.
"That's an interesting perspective," Qing JiuYu mused.
"A demon falls in love with a human because, in the views of both humans and demons, they inherently cannot love each other.
This is the atmosphere. Each of us has our own mask, and most of the time, like chameleons, we become part of setting this atmosphere.
