Bab 472: The Fictional and Repetitive Nature of the Stories

The surface of the Green Sky Mirror had some textured lines, but they were very fine.

And the surface of the finger had some lines as well, but they were even finer.

As such, it didn't make any noise when the finger caressed the Green Sky Mirror.

It was quiet in the study room, just like it had been most of time in the past twenty some

years.

Time passed by slowly. Jing Jiu said nothing while gazing at the tea water in the teacup;

it was unclear what kind of amazing secret he was trying to unravel.

Liu Shisui grew more anxious. He felt a bit thirsty, and picked up the teacup reflexively

and drank the remaining cold tea in the cup with one gulp. Then he found that he had

done something inappropriate.

He turned around stealthily while holding the teacup, and walked to the stove in silence,

starting to boil the teapot.

Jing Jiu's line of sight hadn't changed when Liu Shisui was doing all this, which meant