Lin Xi recognized the characters above. They were written by her grandfather; her home still had other works of his calligraphy hanging up. Her grandfather was a remarkable man who had made many contributions to Dragon Country.
"What's wrong?" Xue Yang asked. "Speaking of which, you and Lin Zhanghai share a surname. Maybe you were part of the same family five hundred years ago. Go on, touch it. Soak up some of that scholarly aura."
"Really?"
Xue Yang had Lin Xi stand right in the middle of the Yanbei Gate archway. "Stand right there, and I'll take a photo for you as a memento."
Lin Xi linked her arm with his. "I don't want to take it alone. I want to take one with you."
"Okay."
Xue Yang switched his phone to the front-facing camera. They stood before the Yanbei Gate, their faces pressed close together, and took their first selfie.
