The Arbiter chuckled softly as the wind blew. The teacup in Xiaoling's hand felt colder, so she put it back down on the table. The Arbiter quickly grabbed the pot and poured more tea for Xiaoling.
"Does that mean Ling'er would not reject him anymore?" The Arbiter asked as he poured tea.
Xiaoling narrowed her eyes, "No, I still rejected him."
The Arbiter's eyes widened slightly, "Why would that be? Is he not nice to you?"
Suddenly, Weisheng walked up and sat beside them, "Apparently, I'm not sure what I want, so I ought to get rejected."
Xiaoling looked at him with surprise since he appeared out of nowhere, but the Arbiter was unfazed as if Weisheng had been around them for quite a while.
"Are you finished already?" The Arbiter asked.
"Tea break," Weisheng murmured, "Also, I wanted to join the conversation."
Xiaoling grabbed the pot and poured tea into Weisheng's cup in the Arbiter's stead. The Arbiter smiled in agreement.
