The stone door looked heavy, yet Jiang Qingyu pushed it open with a light touch.
A rush of osmanthus fragrance greeted her, rich and fragrant, dense but never cloying. The first thing that caught her eye was a tall, lush sweet osmanthus tree, shimmering with golden blossoms. Beneath it sat a man in white, brewing tea with an air of refined elegance. On the stone table, three teacups were arranged—no more, no less.
Sensing movement at the entrance, Yueli did not look up. With graceful poise, he topped off the cups with warm tea and said, "Qingheng, it has been a long time."
Chapter 252