“A wandering Soul?” asked Yvonne in surprise.“Yes,” Edward replied, his voice dripping with a hint of mystery, “but he was no ordinary hobo. He was a wandering poet indeed, a soul untamed by the chains of convention. If my memory serves me right, he likely roamed the lands of ancient China during the illustrious Tang Dynasty. At that time, he was nobody, but these days, he has garnered some recognition in China as well as the Western world.”“What was his name then?” asked Yvonne, eager to know more.“Han Shan, or Cold Hill, my dear,” Edward uttered, his words dancing like whispers in the wind, “Have you heard of the name before?”“Cold Hill? What a poetic name!” exclaimed Yvonne, and then shook her head, “but unfortunately, I have never heard of it before. Please forgive my ignorance!”As their conversation meandered, Jennifer suddenly caught sight of Edward’s vehicle from the rearview mirror.“By the spirits! They draw nearer,” Jennifer said loudly, her heart skipping a beat.“Take
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