Ji Xiangling raised her eyebrows, Chu Jingyun ignored her and walked straight towards the restroom.
...
On the other side, Yu Yao met with Zhong Jinnan at the scheduled time.
Their meeting place was a somewhat rustic teahouse far from the suburbs.
When Zhong Jinnan arrived, Yu Yao was making tea. Seeing Zhong Jinnan enter, Yu Yao handed him a freshly brewed cup of tea.
She calmly said, "I haven't made tea in a long time, so I might be out of practice. If it's not good, please don't mind!"
Zhong Jinnan stared at Yu Yao's face for a moment. Yu Yao was already in her early fifties, no longer young.
But when you like someone, many external things become insignificant. For instance, in Zhong Jinnan's eyes, Yu Yao was still beautiful.
Over the years, he had met many different women—beautiful, charming, gentle, capable—but in his heart, none could compare to Yu Yao.
