Wu Yiyao continued looking at the steaming tea in front of her and said, "Sometimes, no one can stop fate."
Shang Yu was stunned when he heard that. Then, he said in a self-deprecating tone, "You're saying that we're not fated."
Wu Yiyao finally looked up at him. "Yes, I've never had romantic feelings for you. I've always treated you like a senior brother."
Shang Yu fell silent and took a teapot to pour himself a cup of flower tea.
He must have drunk too much. His hand that was holding the teapot trembled.
Wu Yiyao looked at his hand and was a little worried. "I'll pour it for you. You look…"
"No need." After Shang Yu finished speaking, he poured the freshly boiled water into the small porcelain cup.
His hand that was holding the teapot was really trembling too much, and a lot of water had fallen onto the stone table.
He grabbed the cup with his other hand.
"Be careful."
