The candlelight cast the walls in bright yellow, the bright yellow flickered and was pressed by the wind coming through.
The empty plates on the table were removed, and Nandi took out the wooden box of new tea and tea sets.
The aroma of tea dispersed the smell of wine.
Liang Qu sat on the stool, his hands drooping to his knees, hanging weakly, exuding a sense of deep exhaustion.
"Madam."
Long Eying expressed her gratitude, took the tea, and placed it before Madam Xu and Liang Qu.
Madam Xu asked Nandi to close the door.
The hall became even quieter, with breaths audible.
There were two autumn insects chirping sporadically in the yard, far less intense and vigorous than in midsummer.
Yang Dongxiong asked, "What happened? When the sky falls, a tall one holds it up..."
Liang Qu chuckled: "Master, now your disciple is the one who stands tall."
