"Have some tea. It's a fine blend. During these peaceful times, I find solace in seeking out the best tea. I believe you will enjoy it. And there are pastries in the hall as well. We seldom have guests, so it tends to be rather cold. You are among the few who have graced us with your presence. I dare not treat you poorly, for fear that you may no longer wish to be here," Zheng Chenyi spoke calmly, keeping his hand concealed.
Gu Chaoyan cast a glance towards the hall, where a variety of pastries lay.
Indeed, there was an array of choices.
She then shifted her gaze to Zheng Chenyi, noting the subtle changes in him.
Finding an empty spot, Gu Chaoyan took a seat. She began sipping the tea and picked up a pastry to nibble on, albeit without the same relaxed demeanor she exhibited at Xinlin Mansion and Fengxian Palace. After finishing the pastry, she remarked, "You don't appear to be well."
