A Celebration Of Their Engagement

Coincidentally, Gu Xijiu bumped into Yan Chen, who had just cleaned his house. He heard a knock and was surprised to find them at the door. Immediately, he invited them in.

They had not met for eight years. The boy, who was once steady and sentimental, had turned into a mature and responsible man. He served them tea.

Lan Waihu took a look at it. It was fruit tea, which used to be her favorite. She pinched her lips into a thin line and said softly, "Can I have a different type of tea?"

Yan Chen was surprised. "Isn't this your favorite?"

Lan Waihu looked down when she responded. "It used to be, but it is no longer my favorite. I prefer scented tea."

For a moment, Yan Chen was at loss of what to do. He simply nodded. "Alright, I will get you another one."

He wanted to make her tea with a light and delicate scent. "I want the taste to be stronger and concentrated," Lan Waihu continued.