All in one breath.
When the two of them came out again, they each had a paper cup in their hands.
Zhao Douan took out a thin straw, stabbed it in with a "pop," took a sip, and his brow relaxed... Before crossing over, late at night after getting off work, sometimes when he was tired, he would order a cup, a taste he hadn't had in a long time.
Xu Zhenguan imitated his actions, put the straw in her mouth and took a gentle sip, then wrinkled her brow, spat it out, and coldly said: "Bitter."
Unexpectedly a bit cute.
Zhao Douan laughed, regaining some initiative. He smiled and explained: "Only by enduring the bitterness can one stand above others."
Xu Zhenguan sneered: "How can enduring bitterness make one stand above others?"
Zhao Douan was rendered silent.
Both walked along the street formed by bright billboards, each holding a cup of coffee, when Zhao Douan suddenly asked: "Why is Miss Xu so obsessed with poetry?"
He felt Zhenbao seemed off tonight and decided to probe her.
