The room was cold and silent.
He let out a soft sigh. Indescribable loneliness caused him to slump onto the floor. How long more must he go on like this? Suddenly, he covered his face with both of his hands. Quietly, beads of crystal-like tears fell through the cracks in between his fingers. One, two, three, and four. Then, nothing.
On this day, Song Wan invited Shen Yijun out for tea. They went to the teahouse that they used to frequent. It felt like a lifetime had gone by.
It had been ages since they came the last time. Song Wan poured a cup of tea for Shen Yijun. When the two families were still related by marriage, they often came—especially the year when Chu Lui mistook Xia Ruoxin's identity. Song Wan and Shen Yijun would come every two or three days for food-tasting and chit-chat. However, who would have thought that there were so many twists and turns in between? One wrong step had caused so much harm, which resulted in the way things were today.
