"Miss Lin, please take a seat first," Aunt Zhang quickly cut in, "I'll prepare something for you to drink right away."
"Just some ordinary fruit tea will do." Lin Xilin walked over, adjusted her skirt, and sat down on a single sofa, creating a small diagonal with Xia Lu's position, neither too close nor too far.
Xia Lu suddenly felt a bit at a loss. She hadn't met Lin Xilin many times and didn't know much about her, only having limited information from others. She knew this was someone Zhou Mingchen had loved, but who knew about now.
Every time they met, she was as radiant as ever. Especially compared to the current her. Xia Lu couldn't help but tug at the edge of her shorts, trying to make them look less crumpled, and her waist and back straightened unconsciously.
The fruit tea was quickly prepared, and Aunt Zhang poured it for both of them, bringing it to their front.
