Suhe Chen quickly shook his head.
"I just heard Second Sister was making tea here and wanted to come snag a cup... What if I'd come too late and you'd drunk it all without saving any for me?"
Suhe Lan gave Suhe Chen a helpless look, righted a clean teacup, and poured him some tea.
"You glutton. Of course we saved you some."
"You're the Young Pavilion Master now, and you're still fooling around like this."
Suhe Chen grinned, took an absentminded sip of his tea, his gaze shifting back and forth between Suhe Lan and Fang Shuwen.
His eyes darted about, and it was impossible to tell what was on his mind.
The small group continued to chat idly.
The great ship sailed with the wind, cutting through the vast sea and leaving a trail of waves in its wake as it gradually receded into the distance...
Meanwhile, out on the vast, open sea, a small, covered boat was riding the wind and cleaving through the waves.
