The last time they met, it was very unpleasant.
Ran Tengxiao's fingers traced his lips as if tinged with a faint chill, like mint, like ice and snow, involuntarily arousing layers of tremors in his heart every time it resurfaced in his mind.
More than half a month had passed, time went by silently.
There is no turning back on any path.
As expected, her expression was indifferent, with the black riding attire accentuating her skin as crystal clear as snow, exuding a faint chill that startled people.
She sat down across from him and effortlessly picked up the tea-making tools from the tea table to make tea.
Her movements were fluid and graceful.
Through the misty tea fog, he quietly watched her.
He asked her to join him for tea, and here she was for tea.
Her jade-like hand held a purple-clay tea cup in front of him, the faint tea fragrance wafting into his nostrils.
"I've always thought you were a person without desires, devoted to Buddha. It turns out I was wrong."
