"Is it the 'water' Hao?"
Facing this man's self-introduction, Luo Qiu thought for a moment and suddenly asked.
Song Haoran paused, but considering that in his native tongue, the second character of his name indeed has many homophones, this confusion is quite normal.
However, it has been many years since he encountered such a question, and he naturally felt a bit surprised.
He smiled slightly, "It's the 'day above, sky below' Hao."
Luo Qiu said, "I see... suddenly reminded of a certain joke."
Song Haoran blinked in confusion.
He had very long eyelashes, lips a bit thin, and his complexion was fairer than the usual Eastern People, though not pale, giving a gentle impression.
Gentle yet not eerie, like a noble gentleman of jade, appearing very handsome.
"Are you here for a tour as well?" Luo Qiu shifted his gaze to the Brazilian iris potted plant nearby, reaching out to touch the deep blue flowers on the green leaves, resembling butterflies.
Song Haoran shook his head.
