"Senior Sister, you really are sharp. I didn't expect you to notice me the moment I arrived."
"Come over."
Zhang Lexuan lifted a small celadon teacup and took a sip. Her expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple.
Yue Ling nodded faintly. Though somewhat puzzled, he walked into the pavilion and sat down on a stone bench.
Seeing him obediently come over, Zhang Lexuan did not say anything unnecessary.
She raised a hand and took an empty cup from her storage Soul Tool. Her fair, slender hand held the teapot as she slowly filled the cup with chrysanthemum tea. Using a trace of Soul Power to support it, she gently floated the cup over to Yue Ling.
"Drink."
She had specially adjusted the recipe for this chrysanthemum tea and used less honey, all to bring out the chrysanthemum's cool, refreshing floral fragrance as much as possible. A faint anticipation quietly stirred in her heart as she wanted to see Yue Ling's reaction after tasting it.
Yue Ling's gaze unconsciously fell upon the hand pouring the tea. Zhang Lexuan's fingertips were slender and beautiful, and as he watched them, faint ripples involuntarily rose in his heart.
He still remembered the first time he had met Zhang Lexuan. He had only been eight years old then.
At the time, she still carried a touch of youthful innocence, yet she treated others with exceptional gentleness and grace. Every gesture of hers was poised and proper.
In the blink of an eye, four years had passed. It was neither a long time nor a short one.
Zhang Lexuan was now eighteen and would soon turn nineteen.
She still appeared gentle and proper on the surface, but her true nature was cool and distant, always carrying an intangible air that kept others a thousand miles