"Ah, this birthmark, it's really quite the piece of art."
Little Brain never forgets his own art, not for a single moment.
Zhao Wuya snapped on the spot, "What nonsense are you spouting? If it were a birthmark, wouldn't my mom have told me? Just hold the light steady and let me take a look, that's all you need to do."
Little Brain didn't get annoyed. He kept taking pictures of Zhao Wuya, shooting from every angle, extremely patient.
When that string of photos was projected in front of Zhao Wuya, he stared at the projection hanging there in the air and fell into thought.
"This eye… this eye… makes me think of some old bird."
"What do you mean, old bird?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
"People you knew in the past are called old acquaintances, right? By that logic, birds you knew in the past would be old birds, no?"
