Pingjiang Suburb Courtyard
"Jasmine Tea okay?" The voice was soft and melodious, different from Tang Wan's gentle softness, hers had more coquettish grievances. Shen Shuci sat to one side, her heart melting at the sound.
"Sure." Tang Wan nodded.
With her back turned to the two of them, she prepared the tea in a lotus-pink cheongsam, slender and graceful, with broad shoulders and long legs. Wearing a cheongsam was a matter of elegance; if one's manners were not beautiful, it would all be ruined.
Yet her every move was full of charm.
Soon, two white porcelain floral cups were placed in front of them, tiny blossoms of jasmine spread out upon the water, enchanting and gentle.
It was Shen Shuci's first visit, and seeing the brass incense burner on the blackwood long table, all gold-plated, and various small decorations adorned with carvings of dragons and phoenixes—each exquisitely made—gave her the impression that her own life was somewhat rough.
