"I've once roamed through Jiangnan, the faces there awaiting me in seasons blossomed and withered like lotus flowers
Without the east wind, the willow catkins of March do not fly
Your heart is a tiny, lonely city
Much like the cobblestone streets as evening approaches
Without the buzzing of insects, the curtains of March spring aren't lifted
Your heart is the little shutter tightly closed
The clatter of my horse's hooves is a beautiful mistake
For I am not a man returning home, but a mere passerby."
Li Yu: "..."
Listening to Bai Jie recite this modern poem before him, clad in white, holding a glass test tube in her hand.
Then, while looking at him with those woeful puppy eyes, as if he had abandoned her.
Li Yu felt a surge of cheesiness, as every single time he came to see Bai Jie alone, she would play the enchantress.
Li Yu helplessly said: "All right, enough reciting. The microscope you asked for last time, I managed to trade for it today."
