"Rebirth of the Dragon Proud Sky".
She wore a loose white pajama, lazily sitting by the window, her hair all swept to the left, the left hand holding a towel against her hair tips, while the right hand scrolled through the screen reading about Long Aotian.
She could speed-read ten lines at a glance.
Could there really be such a thing as rebirth?
After reading a few chapters and seeing nothing about how Long Aotian was reborn, Bai Lian skipped ahead, ready to listen to some English, when a message from Jian Zhe popped up at the top of her phone.
Bai Lian clicked on it and took a look, "Your family, that Mr. Jian, he looks a bit like one of my elders."
Bai Lian: "?"
Jian Zhe: "The one I told you about before, the one who learned zither as a child, does this Mr. Jian play the zither?"
Upon reading this, Bai Lian sat up straight, methodically tapped on the head of the Calligraphy Association's director, took a screenshot, then replied—
"He didn't come back for the New Year."