Liu Ming's gaze swept across the room before he settled down in a chair.
Jialan closed the door and moved gracefully to the table. After pouring a cup of tea for Liu Ming from the red clay furnace, she sat down by the bed.
Liu Ming reached out to take the teacup and brought it to his nose for a sniff. He was immediately enveloped by a refreshing and delightful fragrance, stirring something within his heart. Recalling the encounters with Jialan since they first met, he found himself a bit dazed and lost in thought for a moment.
Jialan watched Liu Ming, her eyes flickering slightly, but she remained silent.
The two sat in silence, and the room became deathly quiet.
A faint sigh emanated from Jialan's lips.
The sound was barely audible, yet in the stillness of the room, it rang out with crystal clarity.
"I..." Liu Ming snapped back to reality.
