Pei Qinghan sat upright, with a gentle smile: "Lushan Cloud Mist, truly lives up to its name."
"This was given to me by someone else; when my grandfather was alive, he loved drinking tea. Tea is like life, with bitterness mixed with sweetness. It must be savored slowly to truly grasp its essence."
Pei Qinghan glanced at her, pondering: "I came to see you today..."
"Brother Pei, let's not talk about this now; let's drink tea. If you like it, I'll give you some." Yun Ya skillfully rinsed the tea, her demeanor calm and graceful, like a beautiful painting.
Pei Qinghan put down the teacup, speaking softly: "Yun Ya, what are you evading?"
"I'm not evading anything. Once you finish this cup of tea, I'll tell you." Yun Ya placed a new cup in front of him, smiling gently.
Pei Qinghan looked at her, raised the teacup to his lips, blew gently, and started tasting it slowly.
