The temperature in the morning was quite low; enveloped by the light misty rain, Dilan Mo Residence seemed to be hidden within a fairyland, with the faint sound of waves carried in the sea breeze from the distance.
In the serene teahouse, the subtle scent of herbal tea still lingered, occasionally accompanied by a light cough.
The half-open door was suddenly pushed open, and Long Chengyu, who was holding a cup of herbal tea at the table, froze for a moment before turning to look.
Qin Jifeng strolled in leisurely.
"Why are you here?"
Long Chengyu asked indifferently, took a sip of tea, and slowly relaxed, easing away some of the tight feeling in his chest.
With a smile on his lips, Qin Jifeng gave Long Chengyu a thorough look before tossing his coat onto a nearby chair and taking a seat opposite him, "I thought someone would ask how I knew to come here."
As Qin Jifeng spoke, he also unceremoniously took the teapot and poured himself a cup. He had just taken a sip when he—
