Lostswa.
Virginia Frost drank three cups of tea in a row, from sunrise to midday, then sunset.
She drank tea until she was hypoglycaemic.
Virginia Frost picked up a piece of cake. It was a Snowflake Cake from Golden Jade in Lostswa, a palace recipe that ordinary people couldn't get their hands on.
Just as she picked it up, footsteps came from outside the door, and Virginia Frost immediately put the cake down.
A tall man casually walked in.
The man, in his fifties, had a square face, intimidating despite his calm gaze, exuding an aura of integrity that subconsciously made people nervous.
Virginia Frost stood up, "Uncle Lewis, it's been a while. You're looking more vigorous than ever."
The man walked to the main seat and sat down, slowly took a sip of tea, and didn't even spare her a glance.
