An Ke was wearing her favorite casual clothes today, her black hair tied in a ponytail, her face still pale, with a red nose. She laughed softly: “The weather was fine just moments ago. How did it get so cold?” Perhaps deep down she didn’t want to come to this place. The day she firmly left, she never thought she’d step foot here again. Today, an inexplicable emotion swirled in her heart. Now that she was here, she wanted to escape, her feet too weak to move.
Pei Xuanyan pulled her up, seemingly understanding her thoughts: “Let’s go in. What’s meant to come will always come.”
In the large hall, Junhao never looked directly at An Ke. An Ke averted her gaze, looking at the wall painting, more precisely, afraid to look at Junhao. Pei Xuanyan faced Junhao, the three of them sitting in opposition.
After the servant brought tea, Junhao looked at Pei Xuanyan with a faint smile: “Yan, this is freshly arrived Pu’er tea, pure and fragrant, a rare delicacy once only found in the imperial palace. Try it.”
Pei Xuanyan cooperatively picked up the tea and slowly tasted it: “Indeed a rare treasure. An Ke, would you like to try?”
An Ke shifted her gaze to Pei Xuanyan, apologetically smiling: “I don’t understand tea. It would be a waste to give such good tea to me.” The room was much warmer than outside. With an extra jacket, An Ke stopped sneezing but started having a runny nose. Pei Xuanyan timely handed her a tissue.
Junhao smiled faintly, slowly sipping his tea, as if the two people before him didn’t exist.
An Ke sniffled, having prepared herself to face Junhao: “Junhao, we’re not here to taste tea. I don’t expect you to help with my father’s matter, I just hope you won’t interfere.”
“Yan, the most precious things in the world, I’m willing to share with you, except women. I really don’t have such a preference.” As if not hearing An Ke, Junhao continued to joke.
An Ke understood his implication and became angry: “You’re shameless.”
