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Following the winding cloister all the way forward, I arrived at the arbor not far ahead. A faint scent of medicinal herbs faintly wafted through the air.
"You're back?"
Shu Yimo walked over, and Long Chengyu was slightly leaning on the rattan chair under the arbor, flipping through some documents in his hand, with a cup of tea emitting wisps of steam and a faint medicinal smell seemed to emanate from that cup.
The grey and black figure looked to be carrying a touch of desolation and bleakness.
However, upon hearing her voice, Long Chengyu turned his head, shifting his gaze from the documents in front of him to her. He examined her briefly and, seeing that her complexion had improved a bit, pointed to the spot beside him to indicate her to sit.
Shu Yimo obediently took a seat.
"Feeling any better?"
His low and gentle voice carried a hint of concern as he set aside the documents onto the nearby tea table, picked up the cup of tea, and took a simple sip.
