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Fang Tuo, who was standing to the side, was the first to pick up the yellowed book, and on it was the "A River of Red" by Yue Fei.
His pupils contracted, and then he swiftly flipped through a few pages, discovering not only this poem but also others like Li Qingzhao's "Slowly Sounding" and Li Bai's "Bring in the Wine".
These were all pieces Bai Zhenzhen had previously "written".
A look of disbelief flashed across his face, finally turning towards Bai Zhenzhen with a myriad of expressions, anger, a sense of being deceived, contempt... The only thing absent was admiration.
Bai Zhenzhen snatched the rare book from his hands, flipping through it in disbelief.
She was intimately familiar with every poem inside, but... how could they be here? Her complexion turned deathly white in an instant!
How is this possible? Isn't this world fictional? Aren't there supposed to be no such people as Li Bai and Yue Fei? How can these poems exist? Could there be other time travelers?
