"Let's go out for a drink."
"Give me a moment to rest, I'm dead tired."
"What have you been so busy with that you're this worn out?"
"Hunting for treasure."
"So, did you find it?"
"No, just wasted half a day for nothing."
"Oh." The man carrying the wine said quietly, then said no more.
Zhao Rong leaned back in his chair, took a breath, and glanced at Lin Wenruo, who was sitting upright with a straight back. At the moment, his gaze calmly rested on the wine jar he had brought, still damp with dark mud.
The two sat in silence for a while until Zhao Rong stood up, reached for a plate of neatly arranged osmanthus cakes, and pushed it in front of the man who was lost in thought. Then he went behind the room's screen to change into a different set of clothes before heading out.
"Try it, Su Xiaoxiao made it, it's a bit sweet."
Lin Wenruo glanced at the osmanthus cakes and nodded.
