"It's dark." "It's dark." Different men, uttering the very same lines, conveyed the very same message even though they spoke with contrasting tones and styles. Song Jiao was the first to step out the entrance. Liu Dazheng crouched before a boy. There was a moment of hesitation from him before he quickly broke into a warm smile. "Wait for my return, Liu Xiaohei," he said. "I'm not Liu Xiaohei," snapped the boy crossly, "I'm not Liu Xiaohei!" "But you can't even remember your name when I found you," Liu Dazheng remarked indifferently, "I have to call you something." "Then anything else but Liu Xiaohei! The name is terrible!" Liu Xiaohei complained and said loudly, "What terrible taste!" "Well, your complexion is dark. The name suits you, at least that's what I think. Anyone who hears the name will know it's you. Let's stick with it then. It's easy for you to remember too. Yo
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