Yang Yi brought Meng Xiao into his office and closed the door. Meng Xiao sarcastically asked, "What? Ashamed of the way I look?
"Don't say such nonsense, I would never despise you. Besides, you never looked down on me in the past, did you?" Yang Yi hung up his coat and poured her a glass of water. Knowing Meng Xiao's fondness for roses, he had stashed away several tins of rose tea for her.
"I keep the tea leaves and your cup here. Feel free to look around and make yourself at home. No room for formalities here."
The coffee machine nearby churned out a thick, aromatic coffee and Yang Yi brought a cup to Meng Xiao. She enjoyed the aroma of coffee, but not drinking it.
The cup matched Yang Yi's, clearly not intended for guests.
It was adorned with Meng Xiao's sketches, numerous drawings she had casually done during their happier days together.
Unexpectedly, they had become a proud feature of Mr. Yang's cup.