Luo Ziyun said, "Tangyu, I really didn't expect you to be so talented. Your words flow into poetry, each line is exquisite, it's truly remarkable. You are definitely quite a talent, although—your clothes are a bit shabby, and you're a bit thin and lack some energy. But you still give off a sunny and bold vibe, with a bit of masculinity. It's just that it doesn't quite match this body of yours."
Tangyu pouted and said, "I deliberately make myself look so melancholic and sorrowful, adding some tones of sadness, so I seem like a man with stories. I did it on purpose, don't you get it?"
