Song Baiyan stood in place, watching Tang Li feign composure only to flee in panic. He found it amusing. When it came to this point between them, it was ironic that the one who acted first showed fear. Usually so aggressive, when facing the real challenge, she was nothing more than a paper tiger.
By the time he went out again with his cup of water, Tang Li had already distributed the hand towels.
At that moment, she was handing the tray over to the housekeeping staff and then moving to sit by the table.
The chair was a bit far, so she bent slightly forward to drag it closer,
The sunlight refracted by the stained glass fell on Tang Li's face like a kaleidoscope, making her skin appear even fairer and highlighting the youth unique to her age.
Sipping a bit of warm water, Song Baiyan placed the bottom of the porcelain cup in his left hand.
Tang Li, young and naive; he had entered the adult world many years before her and naturally saw many things more clearly than she did.
