Meanwhile, Qin Manjiang and Zhong Xueran went to Xu Yi's place and, sure enough, found many books about porcelain.
Or rather, the only books in Xu Yi's home were books about porcelain.
He seemed so boisterous, able to strike up a conversation with anyone, and had a keen understanding of human nature.
Yet very little was known about Xu Yi's own interests and hobbies.
Only when he saw that most of the books on the shelves covered porcelain-making techniques, history, illustrated catalogs, and all manner of porcelain from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, did Qin Manjiang realize it would be no exaggeration to call Xu Yi an expert on porcelain.
"Miss Zhong, do you know where Xu Yi's family home is?"
Qin Manjiang suddenly asked.
The question left Zhong Xueran momentarily stunned.
She abruptly realized that she knew absolutely nothing about Xu Yi's background.
A complex emotion weighed on her chest, like a sultry breeze on a summer evening, leaving her restless.
Zhong Xueran slowly shook her head. "I... don't know."
Qin Manjiang looked away and continued reading the book about porcelain in his hands.
He knew very little about Xu Yi himself. His only information about him came from Xu Yi's own introduction-
"My name is Xu Yi. Xu, as in 'perhaps,' and Yi, as in 'not a single thing to my name.'"
Qin Manjiang could even recall how Xu Yi had looked when he said those words.
His past probably held few pleasant memories, yet Xu Yi himself bore no resentment toward life.
After lingering in Xu Yi's home for a while, the two left the apartment he rented.
Qin Manjiang took a book with him, one introducing porcelain from Fu City and the surrounding area.
Although the porcelain Guanyin statue had not necessarily been