Since it's still too early and far from the time for the tea gathering, Qin Huai could only send a message in the group to inform everyone about the temporary tea gathering this morning, and they can decide if they can attend.
Luo Jun replied instantly.
Luo Jun hadn't slept at all; he stayed up all night to advance his cherished funeral plans.
Under normal circumstances, Qin Huai wouldn't have dragged An Youyou to Luo Jun's house before 5 a.m. But today was really an exceptional situation; after hearing An Youyou's long and fantastic tale of searching in the second life, Qin Huai's mind was in a daze.
He felt he could understand every word An Youyou said; each word entered his ears, yet they kept spinning around in his mind. He had many questions to ask, but didn't know what exactly to ask.
The story was entangled with numerous threads, unable to find the end. The problems were veiled by a thin layer of mist, vaguely visible, but impossible to clear.
