Blowing at the mist rising from the teacup, Chu Chengrui picked it up and took a shallow sip. From his mouth, throat, stomach, and most importantly his heart, arose an indescribable comfort and clarity.
With a mood completely different from before, Chu Chengrui sat back in the chair and continued to examine the health data about Chu Ge he had been looking at earlier.
He looked at each sheet slowly, and even if a page contained only a few dozen words, he could stare at it for several minutes, his usually slightly murky old eyes now shining brightly.
As if... an art enthusiast was admiring a masterful piece, destined to leave a significant mark in history.
Time passed for a long while, and finally, Chu Chengrui finished reviewing the papers one by one. He took another light sip of tea, gently put down the cup, and picked up a paper he had spent the longest time on before.
