Yan Qing had drunk two cups of tea, and by the time Ling Hua offered him a third, she realized he had fallen asleep.
She set down the teacup, propped her chin with her hand, and sat at the table watching him.
Yan Qing was always full of surprises for her, capable of making up for all her hard efforts with just a single gesture. Although she was well aware that the person who falls in love first invariably has the hardest time, especially with someone like Yan Qing who never had an eye for women, getting him to reciprocate her feelings was as daunting as finding a rare snow lotus on the sheer cliffs of a towering snow-capped mountain. She hadn't harbored much hope for a true reciprocation of feelings.
She was mentally prepared for three, five, even seven years.
But today, he had personally hunted a pair of geese and brought them to observe the Nagi ritual—a delightful and unexpected surprise.
