The night was cool.
Lu Fengxuan was so engrossed in the conversation that the water in her cup had already gone cold.
She didn't notice it, and as she reached for the cup, wanting to take a sip, a large hand stretched over, took the teacup from her hand, and poured out the water.
"I'll pour you a fresh one, you shouldn't drink cold drinks at night."
Yu Chiyin refilled her cup, the pot containing warmly fragrant flower tea, wisps of steam rising.
However, the tea had steeped a bit too long, and when Lu Fengxuan sipped, a faint bitterness touched her mouth. She merely moistened her lips and did not drink more.
"I know, Brother Ayin, you've always found it strange why my attitude towards the Lu Family has changed so drastically."
