"Junior Sister, is there tea?"
Zhuang Wanggu smiled slightly, his voice as calm as a mountain stream flowing over smooth pebbles.
Benevolent Jiang Runyue slowly raised her head. Those eyes, which had once reflected collapsing moons, sinking stars, and the freezing depths of the nine netherworlds, now landed on Zhuang Wanggu. A barely perceptible ripple spread across them, before sinking back into a deeper tranquility.
Chapter 369