Lin Ke was sitting in the gardens at the back of Prince Andrew's old manor. The gardens were perfectly trimmed, the hedges were well cut and everything had a purpose for being there. Lin Ke was sitting at a table in the middle of all this greenery. On the stone table was a pot of tea and a cup filled to the brim with piping hot tea. The tea had a strong sweet aroma that wafted out and into Lin Ke's nose.
Lin Ke sighed as he put down his brush and took a sip of the tea. Right now, Lin Ke was painting casually, just painting out whatever crossed his mind. He had drawn a teapot, a teacup, some leaves, some trees and some clouds. There wasn't really a point to any of the artworks.