Nun Jingxin had moved a small stool in front of the temple hall and was reading a book. On the coffee table in front of her was boiling tea. When she saw the purple clay teapot emitting smoke, she seemed to smell the fresh fragrance of tea.
The afternoon sun was kind of big, but when it shone on her, it seemed to soften a little. Even the north wind felt less cold and a little warmer.
The man was looking at Nun Jingxin with gentle eyes and a smile on his face. He was affectionate and gentle, but his eyes were sparkling.
Ling Sheng squatted beside him quietly, holding her chin and maintaining the same posture as him as she stared at the quiet beauty not far away.
She did not know if it was because the man was so focused, but he did not seem to notice her presence. He was only looking at his lover.
After some time, the man seemed to finally discover her. He looked sideways at her. "When did you arrive?"
