Lingxiao's secret place, inside a small building.
Watching her beloved daughter flipping through books haphazardly, Ye Lingxiao couldn't help but twitch his eyelid.
He coughed, put down the ancient tome in his hand, and asked as if offhandedly, "Has the boy come back?"
"Ah."
Ye Qingyu's voice was calm and flat, simple and straightforward.
"Uh…" Ye Lingxiao grew more anxious. He reached out to pat the chair beside him, "Sweet daughter, come sit."
"Don't want to sit."
"How about a sip of tea? The finest Tri-Thought!"
"Don't want to drink."
"Actually, when you are troubled, reading books might not be the best idea…"
"Who's troubled?"
The lingering steam of the Tri-Thought Tea hovered in front of Ye Lingxiao.
Drink this tea, and for a whole day you'll be given to thoughtful contemplation, with an aftertaste that lingers on, hence the name "Tri-Thought". The last time Du Ruhui visited, he hadn't even offered it to his guest.
