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Li Xiaoyu spoke of common sense that ordinary people could easily accept, which was utterly shocking to Tang Xian.
Because he was not within the scope of common sense.
Now, he was finally convinced that he was an anomaly, or rather, the only anomaly.
Tang Xian returned to the wooden cabin and took out his journal, beginning to record the day's observations and insights.
Li Xiaoyu originally wanted to ask some questions, but upon seeing Tang Xian earnestly recording his thoughts, she fell silent.
It was the same back in school when if a man liked a woman, he would find the woman's focused appearance, her occasional hair-toss, very enticing.
When a woman liked a man, it was actually the same.
Tang Xian sat at an angle on the windowsill, the serious expression as he wrote in his journal looked like a painting to Li Xiaoyu.
For a moment, the cabin fell into complete silence, save for the rustling sound of the pen on paper.
