Throughout the journey, Wei Xueqi remained silent, focused solely on walking ahead. Bai Xiaosheng followed, sensing the subtle yet stifling atmosphere, tinged with awkwardness.
Just as Bai Xiaosheng was about to break the silence, Wei Xueqi suddenly stopped and turned to face him.
Bai Xiaosheng quickly halted and smiled at Wei Xueqi.
Before Bai Xiaosheng could speak, Wei Xueqi said first, "That couplet, is it written by you?"
"It is," Bai Xiaosheng admitted with a smile.
"The old man liked it. This kind of clever little skill—well, you certainly have it," Wei Xueqi remarked indifferently.
Judging by his tone and expression, he seemed entirely unimpressed.
