After saying goodbye to Su Qing, He Qingyan, and Chen Ke, Liu Xiaoting walked up to Gu Ran.
"Mr. Gu, do you have anything you'd like to say to me?" Liu Xiaoting asked with a smile.
Perhaps because she was dressed up nicely, she spoke with much more pride.
It was an active pride, like a peacock spreading its feathers—not to show off in front of the peahens, but to win their favor.
"Your favorite 'The Legend of Zhen Huan' has a line, 'The past is murky and beyond our reach, but the path ahead is bright and splendid.'
"You actually know about 'The Legend of Zhen Huan'?"
Gu Ran smiled, but didn't say much.
He had read all the books by Illusory Smell Author, and even those by Mo Yan and Liu Cixin, whom he was jealous of;
Swimming every morning, his mind was filled with thoughts of Elder Bahe—something he admitted was a distraction, or else he would subconsciously gaze at Zhuang Jing and Yan Hanxiang in their swimsuits;
