Xin Yi sat down on one of the cushions. Zhao Li immediately climbed into her lap and started playing with her hair.
Bai Feng stood by the door, looking relieved. "I will leave you ladies to talk. I have....patrol duties."
"Coward," his wife said fondly.
"I prefer 'tactically retreating.'"
"Still a coward."
He grinned and left.
Ai Yun busied herself with the tea, chattering the whole time. "I am so sorry about the mess! If I had known you were coming I would have cleaned! And prepared snacks! Do you like moon cakes? I made some yesterday but Zhao Li ate most of them—"
"Mama!" Zhao Li protested.
"You DID, my darling. Do not deny it."
Xin Yi found herself smiling at the way mother and daughter bickered. This was so cute.
Ài Yún finally settled down with the tea, pouring two cups. She handed one to Xin Yi with a warm smile.
"So," Ai Yun said, sitting across from her. "How did you come here? To this world."
