Lin Xi recognized the characters. They were penned by her grandfather, whose other inscriptions still adorned their family home. Her grandfather was an extraordinary man who had made many contributions to Dragon Country.
"What's the matter? Come to think of it, you share the same surname as Mr. Lin Zhanghai. Perhaps you were part of the same family five hundred years ago. Go on, touch it and soak in some of that scholarly air."
"Right!" Xue Yang positioned Lin Xi in the middle of Yanbei Gate. "Stand there," he said, "and I'll take a photo of you as a keepsake."
Lin Xi linked her arm through his. "I don't want to take a picture alone. I want to take it with you."
"Okay."
