The man bent down and picked up the porcelain cup that had rolled to his feet.
"Seems I must look rather frightening, to the point that Mr. Liu loses composure upon seeing me."
The girl's voice was not melodious; it carried the chill of a snowstorm in winter, piercingly cold, making one shiver from head to toe even in the warming indoor air.
As her words fell, the porcelain cup was placed back before him, and the girl calmly took her seat.
Outside the window, the fog was so thick that a layer of frost had formed on the glass.
Among the rising mist of tea, her ice-pure, jade-like features emerged faintly visible.
Before him sat a girl who was indeed very slender, her pale skin exuded an impression of frailty and weakness.
Her sharp features and slightly chubby cheeks softened her cold, mature air, leaving her with the demeanor of a youthful girl.
