"Miss, what would you like to say?" Li Mu Yang lowered his head and ground the ink, asking softly.
Cui Xiaoxin stared at Li Mu Yang for a while before asking, "How should I address you?"
"You may address me however you like, Miss." Li Mu Yang spoke, then thought for a moment and added, "It's nothing more than a form of address."
A smile appeared at the corners of Cui Xiaoxin's lips. She said, "For example, the painting in your hands can be called Picture of Plum Blossoms Proudly Facing the Snow, or it can be called Picture of Plum Blossoms Proudly Facing the Snow. Is that right?"
Li Mu Yang raised his head and glanced at Cui Xiaoxin. His eyes met her autumn-water-like gaze, and in an instant he became lost in that sweet smile capable of melting one's heart.
"If Miss Xiao Xin likes it, you can also rename it Picture of Plum Blossoms Proudly Facing the Snow."
Cui Xiaoxin sighed softly. "Whether I like it or not isn't important. What matters is that you like it. You're the owner of this painting. Since you named it Picture of Plum Blossoms Proudly Facing the Snow, I imagine you had a deeper meaning in mind."
Li Mu Yang looked at Cui Xiaoxin's pretty face so close to his, and his emotions became exceedingly complicated.
Her words could not have been any more obvious.
Cui Xiaoxin truly knew everything. She had indeed guessed his identity.
"I..." Li Mu Yang hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
Though he had a thousand words to say, he did not know where to begin.
Cui Xiaoxin glanced at Ning Xin Hai, who was sitting cross-legged on a boulder with his eyes closed in feigned sleep. Given his cultivation realm, even their whispered