Bai Xu Xian gently poured the soft golden yellow tea into the terracotta cup. Warm smoke billowed up and obscured her painting-like face, yet her misty eyes were still fixed on the purple-clad warlord.
Lu Meilin took the cup of tea and held it, but she didn't drink it. The warmth of the earth spread into her cold fingertips, but it was nothing compared to the chill at the pole of her heart.
"You look at me like this, is there anything stuck on my face?" asked Mei Lin, smiling slightly. The smile she tried so hard not to shake
"I just..." Su Xian interrupted his words. She pursed her slightly pale lips, "I just feel that your gesture of holding the teacup... It looks very familiar."
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