"Sister Ali." Rong Yueqing clasped her hands in front of her abdomen, calling out gently and innocently.
Qu Tong raised a smile, sidestepped to let Rong Yueqing enter the room, and did not pay attention to the elixirs still on the table.
Apart from attending classes, she often met old man Yuan, but it was still the first time in half a year that Yueqing had sought her out alone.
Qu Tong sat down opposite Rong Yueqing, brewed her a cup of jasmine tea, and then rested her chin on her hands, watching the beauty savor the tea.
She loved Yueqing's peach blossom eyes the most, like a pool of spring water, sparkling and bright with no worldly impurities, only a pure love and anticipation for life.
She also adored her aura—gentle, serene, and ladylike, without a hint of aggressiveness, easily stirring protective instincts in others, even though she was a woman herself.
Yueqing was suited to study elixirs in the Canaan Empire, not fit at all for the palace of the Casa Empire.
