The night was as calm as water.
A little sound of water was like a small stone cast into a tranquil lake, breaking the silence. Pei Xingyuan did a brief wash and had just sat down when Shang Ruyi poured a cup of hot tea and put it by his hand.
"Mr. Pei, have some tea first."
This was the upper room of an inn in West City Fengle Square, the room spacious, with just a lamp on the table but bright enough to clearly illuminate the smoke and fire marks on Pei Xingyuan's face.
He picked up the tea cup aggrievedly and took a sip, looked down at his hand, and said, "I won't become useless, will I?"
Shang Ruyi quickly replied, "You won't."
Pei Xingyuan put down the tea cup and stretched his hand towards her: "But look—"
