Uncertainty and tension flashed through both pairs of eyes.
"I..."
Queen Mother of the West opened her mouth tentatively, but this time, Jiang Lu did not continue the silent agreement with her.
She quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually..." she feigned calmness as she picked up the teacup, pretending to have let go and not care, "I still think of you occasionally."
Jiang Lu was startled, seemingly moved by some thought.
Seeing this, the Queen Mother of the West spoke and then just lowered her head to drink water, using it to hide her inner turmoil, "Your turn, what were you about to say?"
"I wanted to say," Jiang Lu did not hesitate, "actually this towel is wet. Could you get me a new one?"
The teacup in the Queen Mother of the West's hand suddenly shattered, tea spilling everywhere.
After a long while, she slowly unclenched her fist, gently scattering the powdered remains of the teacup into the air.
"You haven't changed at all."
She sneered:
