In front of Su Qin was a man with a tall and slender figure, handsome features mixed with a touch of delicate beauty. His face was always adorned with a faint smile, yet his gaze was incredibly profound. It seemed as though there was a layer of crystalline light surrounding his body, casting him in a mysterious and divine glow.
A silver-white robe draped over his frame, adding to his noble presence. It created a stark contrast with Su Qin's simple clothing and the hairpin holding her bun.
Su Qin's breathing had clearly become hurried, yet the man reached out to take the milk tea she'd just finished preparing and took a light sip.
"It's lacking a bit of sweetness. I remember the milk tea you used to make was sweeter. Is it less sweet now because your life lacks me, and thus the sweetness is gone?" His voice was always soft and deep.
And at that moment, behind him, there was surprisingly not a single customer left; it was unknown when they had all disappeared.
