Looking out, the silhouette of a man in a green robe appeared before her eyes, standing beside the table and writing something.
In a daze, Wu Meiniang seemed to see her long-deceased father; in her memories, she often saw her father's silhouette like this during her childhood, always bringing her a sense of inexplicable comfort. Although Wu Meiniang was always strong, she didn't know why, at this moment, her eyes felt sour.
She tiptoed to the back of the man, peered over his shoulder, and found that he was writing about tea. There were many phrases that she couldn't understand, but she had an inexplicable feeling that they were very impressive.
"Little girl, you're awake," a warm voice sounded in her ear. Wu Meiniang then realized she might have been too careless, relaxing her guard before figuring out whether this person was friend or foe.
"Is it you who have been protecting me in secret?" Wu Meiniang asked cautiously.
