Song Baiyan continued pouring the tea, then placed the teapot back on the bamboo tea tray.
The rough pottery teacup, with its ancient charm, produced a clear and crisp sound as the lid closed, particularly resonant within the office.
In the air, the scent of tea intertwined with a faint bamboo fragrance, adding an interesting twist.
Han Jifeng watched this scene and couldn't help but remember the man under "house arrest" in his dream, when he and several other prosecutors pushed open the doors of the hospital room, only to find Song Baiyan sitting there making tea, his health deteriorating daily, yet he never displayed a trace of self-pity.
When he saw them, Song Baiyan's previously knitted brows relaxed, the 36-year-old man could be described as having experienced many vicissitudes of life, yet the look in his eyes was unusually serene.
