Butterfly Pavilion was crowded with people at night. Bright light illuminated the hall as music echoed throughout the building. Many people sang along with the song they heard. The whole place was filled with laughter and happiness as guests enjoyed themselves with a joyful atmosphere.
On the contrary of such a festive scene was a certain room where everything was dark and gloomy. Despite the outside being lively, this room was pitch black as if no light could pass through the door and walls. Two people sat across from each other.
Their faces were hidden by the darkness of the room. But one couldn't hide her beauty while the other had his wrinkly hand pouring a cup of tea for himself. A full set of tea utensils rested on a white cloth between them with steam rising from a heated teapot. The room was permeated with the smell of fragrant tea.
