"Red beans grow in southern lands, How many branches bloom when spring arrives?"
"I beg you to gather more of them, For nothing evokes longing like this."
"Good! A fine poem!"
"Not a single word of love appears in the entire poem, yet between every line, in every word and sentence, it is filled with love!"
Yun Zhiyi was holding the poem Jun Zile had brought her before!
The moment she saw this poem, Red Beans, Yun Zhiyi understood at once!
This love poem, one that could likewise be sung through the ages, had been written by that man who had no ambition for advancement and only loved loafing about for pleasure!
Yet even so, Yun Zhiyi still did not expose Jun Zile beside her. From beginning to end, her gaze remained fixed on the poem before her!
"My crude little work has made you laugh, Zhiyi!"
"I heard that you recently attended a literary gathering with that Young Master Gu, so I specifically brought it for you to appraise!"
Seeing Yun Zhiyi, who was usually sparing even with words and might not say a single thing to him even if he followed her around all day, lavish such praise upon the love poem before her, Jun Zile became even more convinced that the suggestion "Han Wei" had given him was feasible!
Sure enough, for people of equal standing like himself and Yun Zhiyi, if they wanted to draw closer, they truly needed a "resonance of the soul"!
He also shamelessly claimed the Red Beans before him as his own, making no mention whatsoever of "Han Wei," who had already accepted benefits from him!
Just as Jun Zile was secretly pleased with himself, Yun Zhiyi suddenly set down the manuscript. A trace of mischief suddenly flashed through her cool, beautiful