"Mr. Ran, please excuse me, I have to take this call." Gu Qingshan stepped aside with his cellphone.
Ran Tengxiao poured himself a cup of tea, sipping it lightly while looking out at the rain.
The teahouse had a nice view, quiet and elegant, with an old-world charm. It was easy to relax here.
Despite the swirling tea mist and gentle tea fragrance, a faint strange aroma that would typically soothe the mind was somehow making him feel irritable.
The porcelain cup was somewhat heated, but his fingertips did not feel any warmth, only endless coldness.
Her body was as cold as ice, colder than the winter chill that had just started to set in.
Lowering his gaze, Ran Tengxiao looked at his fingertips, lost in thought.