He sat down and chatted with everyone, fanning himself. Someone came up to him and praised the bamboo fan in his hand: "The Second Prince is indeed different from the common people like us in the lower world. Look at this beautiful calligraphy. Which famous calligrapher wrote it?"
The person sitting alone in the corner opposite froze. Liam did not answer, but his dark blue eyes looked over there eagerly.
Some people who knew the inside story, such as Quinn, all looked down and glared at those who didn't know the truth, but some people didn't know how to read people's expressions at all. Seeing Liam remained silent, they started to make a noise out of curiosity: "Second Prince, don't be so vain. We are used to being vulgar. Where did you get such a nice fan? Let's see if we can get one and wave it. What's the word? Yes, be elegant for once!"
Leo's golden eyes looked here, paused on the paper fan, and then turned to another place. Liam looked at him, raised his eyes and looked away, and his eyes followed him but could not catch up. The hand waving the fan stopped, and slowly closed the fan, and the poem on the fan was covered bit by bit: "This was given by someone two hundred years ago."
"Oh... Look at this sentence, it's not about missing someone, it must be another person who likes you, the second prince, and is using the fan to express his feelings to you!" I don't know who was so stupid and straightforward, shouting it out loud, causing a burst of laughter. The gossipers speculated who sent the fan, the one from the Snow Clan, or... What a pity, a sincere heart can only be exchanged for a few days of love.
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